Redux
In my moments of “you’re just too busy”
I’m waiting.
Your agenda is keeping you engrossed.
I’m waiting.
Interests pulling you away.
I’m waiting.
Mandatory manly needs more important at the moment.
I’m waiting.
Just an occasional shout-out would even feel ok.
I’m waiting.
Your work, so fucking important.
I’m waiting.
Your real duty, so obvious.
I’m waiting.
But I’m the needy one.
I’m the crazy one.
The demanding one.
Too fucking sad you got stuck with this woman’s impatience.
You lament.
She’s beyond caring what your reaction may be.
I Write Her 