Will that call come
Anticipated yet all knowing
I'm used to it
I'm old
Slightly wiser to think
8 days later
Amongst the silence
I wait
Nails worn to stubbled glory
I wait
The wakened disappointment of life
In my dreams
All sorted for excitement
Reality its curse
I wait
Well the cat loves me
In hunger and want
A purr of perfection
A sign
I adore