This Wait

The knowing that comes
Famished and sun-burnt,
Like charcoal embers,
How it deprives and drives.
To know that I am with You,
And yet to have to spend moments unnecessarily away from You.
I'd like to think
Maybe it's not unnecessary.

But like the moves in chess, all cumulative, all combining, all that suspense coming together,
To that grand checkmate at the end,
Maybe
Even this wait
Is Necessary.

- Vinaykrishnan.