7 years

2 more years for a B.S.

2 more years for an M.S.

2 more years to put some money in the bank.

1 year just in case.

2 years filled to the top

Countless deadlines crowding out all else

Classes to attend

Papers to write

Projects to complete.

I would be a distraction

A hindrance

I would hold you back 

and slow you down

I understand

So I'll wait

2 more years will pass

With research to be done 

A thesis to be written

More classes to attend

Connections to be made

I would only fill your mind with other things

My "drama" would drag you down

My presence would sap your strength

Once again I would become yet another distraction

I understand 

So I'll wait

3 more years pass

You have a job now

And are busy working your way to the top

The stress is enormous

Your load is at times unbearably heavy

I only take up your precious time

Distract you with my own petty problems

Just one more person to plan for
One more life to figure out

I understand

But this is life

There will always be things to do

Will there ever be time for us?

Or will you always see me as that distraction holding you back?

Will I always be the item on your to-do list that you never quite reach?

I have waited for years now

Countless others have been turned down

As I hold myself in reserve

Waiting for the time to be right

Waiting to be with you at last

Please, don't make me wait forever.