You Will Come

You told me you’d meet me on this corner. I’ve been waiting for you smoking cigarettes. There are several crushed butts by my shoes. You’ve not arrived yet and I’m beginning to think you’ve stood me up. I have a little something for you in my pocket and it’s yours when you get here. The afternoon is getting late and store lights are beginning to turn on. My little gift is all nicely wrapped and I paid a lot of money for it. We can go to a near coffee shop and sit there talking. We can drink our coffee and I can tell you things that are on my mind. They’ve been there a long time. You’ve not come yet and I’ve run out of cigarettes. I guess I’ll just turn up the collar of my coat against the cold and wait a little longer. You will come.