Waiting
i found her poems
in the back of my notebook
like the back of my mind
where she has been lurking
a desire denied
these are long days
of waiting
to wait some more
gazing out of my grimy windows
beads of snow rushing past
while i'm waiting
sleep never shows up on time
he keeps his own
schedule
i must be
at the bottom of the list
praying for his good graces
to escape from the waiting
these days are long
her poems were written on pretty paper
multi-colored and festive
much like the author
memories
of orange thongs
her nimble fingers dancing across
her center
these days are long
reading her poems
and waiting
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
