Waiting

Quietly internally, eternally waiting

for the slip up where you reach out,

through the pores of intoxication.

 

Waiting for that awkward holiday wish-

Waiting for your next sleepless night-

in the early hours you know I love.

 

Waiting for when she leaves…

 

But, my days of initiation are gone,

I’ll let you pass on by.

 

Like you let me.