THE LONG WAIT...

Covering myself with a BLANKET

as I lay peacefully on

the trunk of my '77 CAMERO

sipping a glass of red WINE

waiting endlessly for him.

I looked at the grass, full of white LILACS

swaying to the breeze

reminding me of

the LAUGHTER we shared

and the times I imagined

him SINGING for me.

Looking at my watch

I got up from my place with TEARS in my eyes

and left, never to return.