1/4/2017
11:00, 01, 02...
Should have seen me at 10:30.
Is my time not important?
Do I have nothing to do?
Waiting, waiting, quietly waiting—
Patiently being impatient.
I'm just a patient, an object, a thing,
To throw away when you're sated.
My value detracts
by the minute, the second.
Cooking shows won't...can't distract.
I'm sitting here shaking, anxiously waiting,
until you finally beckon me
Why won't you beckon me?
My value is lessened
by the minute, the moment, the second.
11:18, 19, 20...
Away from this place
I'm running.
I guess you're
never coming...