WAITING
I'm waiting.
it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
Class just ended.
She'll be here soon, I said.
And I wasn't worried.
Why should I worry?
We're all late every now and then.
We all wait sometimes,
for someone,
or something.
It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
A lady comes over, asks me who's picking me up.
She'll be here soon, I said.
And I wasn't worried.
We wait for our food, heating in the microwave.
We wait in the car, 'till the lights go green.
We wait for one another, whenever someone forgot something.
We wait,
for true
love.
It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon,
All the other kids were gone by now.
She'll be here soon, I said.
And I wasn't worried.
We all wait for love.
But how do we know the difference?
How do we know this is true?
By trying,
and
breaking our heart in the process.
It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
A wind struck up, and it's getting cold.
She'll be here soon I said,
And I wasn't worried.
Why is it, there's always someone hurt,
when a relationship is over?
Can't we just say:
"Alright, this isn't it.
Let's start over."
And go back to waiting,
waiting for true love.
It's 6 o'clock in the afternoon.
Nothing to hear but the birds in the park.
She'll be here soon, I said.
And I wasn't worried.
What if it doesn't come?
How can we know it will?
Does it even exist?
I believe it does,
I want to believe it does.
I hope it does.
It's 7 o'clock in the afternoon.
The grass grows damp with evening dew.
She'll be here soon, I said.
And I wasn't worried.
Maybe true love doesn't exist.
Maybe there is no one who will always match you perfectly.
Who will always be there,
who will support you no matter what.
But maybe there is someone who you can forgive,
no matter what,
Maybe there's something between you worth fighting for,
even though it's far from perfect.
Maybe, just maybe,
that's true love.
It's 8 o'clock in the evening.
A lady walks over to me.
She wasn't coming, she said.
And I was worried.
