I am waiting for you in the middle of the night
And there comes a moment when
My body turns boneless and indifferent
Like a soft cotton pad
Every cell of my brain is plugged with disappointment and fatigue
I stop distinguishing between the sounds around me
The drops of rain jingling against the unfriendly surface of the roof
Your tires whispering something to the wet pavement
A distant neighbour’s garbage bin being dragged along the driveway
Your cautious steps on the telltale creaking kitchen floor
The irritating ticking of the clock on the bedroom wall
And my own miserable heart beating
So very nice.
ReplyDeleteAnother new name to remember--Farida Samerkhanova.
And if English is Farida's second language, all the greater is this achievement.
Donal Mahoney
Thank you for the nice words about my poetry, Sir. English is my third! Farida
ReplyDeleteI get the feeling you dont like what youre waiting for .I enjoyed the imagery.
ReplyDeleteLaura Whelton
I like this.
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