There comes the moment when
What I have to say has been said
What I have to do has been done
Traffic is bad, a car backfires
Young girls totter on high heals
I wait motionless
Time loses all its meaning
Eternity is a real possibility
Not some abstract construct
The cat is staring
Out the window
I stare into myself
What for I don’t know
It is a waiting game
A contest between hope and courage
A bird serenates his female
Who is not paying any attention
I simply wait
Facing the outcome alone
Remembering everything
Regretting nothing