December Eight

And here I wait
because you come home late
My impatience radiates
It's hard to concentrate

I can't keep my head straight
I look down on my plate
As I await
for my what could be my soulmate

Let's leave the ending we'll create
in the hands of fate
I'll try not to hate
what it will fabricate

And so, on this date
I dictate,
"Hello, December Eight
I pray you'll be great."