Does this make me impatient?
That I wait in constant thought of
what I was promised earlier?
Does this make me?
I've waited in a chair,
I've waited standing,,
I've waited with my hands in my hair,,,
I've waited weeks for a reply.
I've waited for your call
while rummaging through
my refrigerator (that I should probably fill up).
Most of my time is spent waiting. That's what I've noticed. Waiting. Nothing is constant. There's always a
break.
Time for me to think.
And I'm thankful for that.
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