to wait for your rebuttal
as i confess my adversity
is as redundant as to
wonder weather a wave
will join the shore
and break away into
a fragment of froth
or to wait for happiness
to reappear in the picture of
the man in the grainy frame
that you keep around
'just in case'
i wait for your sigh
or an indifferent attempt
at making me feel
like i matter
but i see you look straight
through me at the mantelpiece
where you once kept your feeling
the dust accumulates
then say
'it will be okay'