Waiting on You

6/8/2023
waiting on you
I haven't a clue
where the hell you are
I sit, I ponder
I drift, I wander
why do you feel so far
when all is told
excuses run cold
I idly sit and wait
a beer in my hand
watching the sand
counting down my fate
the clock strikes twelve
my mind further delves
into the vast unknown
where nothing resides
my mind tells me lies
loneliness getting me stoned
maybe it's best
I retract my request
call a spade a spade
the night draws closed
my will exposed
save ego for one more day
now frail and weak
my outlook's bleak
no comfort anywhere in sight
deep down I know
It's time to go
I should really call it a night