Sunday, September 3, 2017

waiting and staring

no other sound in the terminal
just a hollow silence
where foot steps sound like thunder
I sit waiting for that phone to ring
and until then
I sit and wonder
why do I care so much
why do I worry
she said she didn't love me
so why do I desire her mercy
am I wrong so often
is she truly gone
until the bus pulls up
until she calls that phone
I will sit and wait
and stare at that thing
all night