I have grown impatient,
with being alone,
I'm in the same place,
a mindless drone,
day after day,
as I watch for the phone,
writing treadmill diaries,
spilling poetry,
night after endless night,
absent of touch,
and life giving light,

I'll die without,
sustenance,
or at least die quicker,
like a witch at her wheel,
I finally snicker,
so sleep and light deprived-

You say you need - results?
well here's something you can feel,
I hate to be the one,
but this is as real as real,

I am ready to date someone new,
not a wanton bandit who's like you,
stealing my minutes and thunder,
so you're not stealing any more time,
or pulling me back under,
your shaded curtain of lies,
if I come back,

It will suffocate me to death.

Ma Cherie © 2017