I can’t seem to figure it out.
I will sit here for the rest of my life.
I’m okay with hitting my head of a wall
resilient until I figure it out.

Patience, a virtue from what I hear.
maybe the key ingredient.
But, how long can I wait?
How long until there is some salvation?

I want to see your smile one more time,
Not in a photo.
I want to see your smile right in front me,
So close that I can touch it
So I can run my fingers across every groove inside your lips.

I look at you with desperate eyes
but you see past them.
You spit in distaste and hate,
As if I am nothing,
As if I had never held any relevance to your life.