FredPeyer

Waiting Game

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