i waited for you
and it’s not fair to ask
but i’m astonished that you’ve waited too

no one seems to invest in anything
a risky bet is not for the faint of heart
years of agony have fixed that fear for me
no longer can i practice inaction
for the safe bet of sorrow
is waiting for me in bed

this morning you awoke before i did
the emptiness my bed provides me
repulsed me
and i can promise you that without you
my impulses will always have me search
for the parts of you in everything
like i did when i waited