Where is it?

I can feel you.

  Hovering at the edge.

I can only wait for your approach.

This is how i feel.

 Waiting for the words.

Granted I write in a free-from style,

  and I admit this might be taking liberties.

Somehow it usually makes some kind of sense.

Realizing there is no need to force you,

 I distract myself.

Knowing the words will finally arrive.