Till She Comes Again

I no longer have a mission, A patient without a condition; My objective has been cancelled; A river whose waters have been quelled; I'm a traveler without a map, An MC at the mike without a rap, An engineer without a blueprint; A runner who cannot sprint; But at least I'm a picketer with persistence, Living through others my existence; I am here listlessly awaiting, Her arrival time obliterating; But she just left not hours ago, So what I'll do I don't know; Sift through tasks unscheduled, Tend my garden find weeds un-pulled; Take out the trash, wash the dishes, Play magic eight ball and make a list of wishes; Without her I run circles round and round, A puppy without a collar tag waiting at the pound; Till she comes again; leash in hand, To lead me; like a lost sailor to land...