I’m waiting for you to leave me
but you don’t

I’m waiting
for perspective
to re-appear,
for
diminishing return
for warmth from distant appreciation
but you don’t leave

I’m inhabited
the meal doesn’t end
the wine re-fills itself

surely time will take you from me
a little further off
so I can wave
the small wave, of
loving friend

rather this
than retain the air
where you might have been
imagining that you hold me

as you do