Waiting
I am not waiting for you anymore, I hold zero tolerance
for what cannot be my heart has frozen over and I shall
keep it that way, but I will not wait in suspense,
only for myself.
I wait in suspense for my life to unravel, I wait for my legs to
stop trembling I wait for the promises of better lives
as I wait for the snow to crumble as I wait for the buds to reveal,
for my heart is frozen and the buds crack open something on the inside
that cannot reveal itself to me,
but I feel,
I feel.
I wait for your response, watching seconds of time as tears roll down
my cheeks frustrated by my own undoing and perturbation
at something I cannot control.
I wait in suspense at something that will never happen,
daily I wait in suspense and it’s mundane the average letter,
average beings in average lives,
but, what waits in suspense, for me?
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
