i'll wait for you in libraries
hiding out with all the other
dead romantic writers and
their sorrowful, longing words
i'll wait for you in the night
wandering the dark streets
looking though empty avenues
for any glimpse of your soul
i'll wait for you in a flower shop
in the middle of downtown Portland
where you pick out any combination
of flowers, and still be more pleasant
where do you wait for me, love?