Playing the waiting game Each one dancing around the other Uncertainty building like a storm cloud with each passing Second Minute Moment Is this real? Was this whole thing a child's game Cat and mouse? Crickets sing their song to the moon Cars pass The empty parking lot bathes in street lamp glow What happens now?
Waiting for someone to show up for a first-time meeting is a feeling that puts me on edge. So I thought I'd write about it.