you’re checking your email
for contact from someone
you used to know; useless
waiting in the rain for some
one that used to care, a bit
or maybe a lot, or maybe he
never did and the tricks he
played just worked, worked
enough to leave you wanting
to wait, a little excited for one
more quote from some old
message:
“Maybe you’ll be back next week? How should I know. It all feels like forever when you’re away.”