I have found myself waiting.
I’m paralyzed in bed waiting for the clock to say 3:30.
When I will drive to see him
for the last time.
I wrote him a letter
but I am not sure it matters
what I say.
Or if I even want to give it to him.
But I’m going to get up.
I have things to do besides wait
all day long for him.
I’ve wasted years of my life waiting
on him and all he’s ever done is disappoint me.