Growing Up Sucks, but I'm Ok With It as Long as You're Here

Time is passing.
I'm left asking,
Is this so easy.
This job so consuming.
Leaves me assuming,
Maybe the time will come.
I look forward to your embrace.
Conversations,I retrace.
I miss you once more.
Adult life a bore.
My fingers left sore.
Looking forward to what is in store.
I'm waiting for us.
I'm waiting for our own family.
I'm waiting for the start of a million ever
But,I'm stuck waiting for whenever.
For life to start forming.
Less storming.