As t i m e stood
its been 48 hours and 98 degrees
standing at the top of avenue B.
waiting for your messages,
approval, or even a hello.
I’m lucky if I get a response once a week.
or even if Im addressed at all.
when I see you alone,
you make me feel special.
sometimes you say the most profound things.
your wanderlous gaze and thrive for adventure
is something I appreciate deeply.
when I see you with friends
I withdraw and feel unimportant
which leaves me with, “Why am I here?”
for someone who cares,
who can’t be in a relationship,
I’m sitting, waiting, and catering to someone
today will be the last day.