I sit n wait,
sipping on cups of crushed grapes.
My mind drifts away,
with each gulp I take.
In a sedated state,
I sit n wait.
Checking the time,
hoping you’ll get here fine.
Anticipating that fate
will bring us face to face,
I sit and wait,
hoping this isn’t a mistake.
Do I meet you halfway?
I continue to wait,
longer than those
who are innate to lose faith
Because your words simply say,
“I’m on my way…”
I know not to rush you
when you’re getting ready.
But I’m starting to feel like a fool
n you’re taking an eternity.
So I sit and wait,
filling the basin
with the juices
of fermented raisins