The Call That Never Comes
Feb 18 2024
This waiting
drains me.
The uncertainty.
The loss of control.
The racing mind,
speculating
anticipating
aimlessly filling time.
How much of life
is spent this way?
At someone else's pleasure,
subject to fickle fate?
The check-out line,
where the little old lady
is writing a cheque
with meticulous care.
The red light
that takes forever to change.
The summer vacation
that month after month
feels months away.
Tossing in bed
taunted by sleep,
the racing mind
that won't let you rest.
The phone
you obsessively check
for the call that never comes.
The windfall you've been counting on,
that's about to drop
but still does not.
And waiting for life to start
as the years dwindle down
and your age creeps higher;
saving up
holding off
putting in time.
Until finally
you've decided
you've deferred long enough;
but it's gotten too late
and time is up.
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