Writing scripts that never make it to the stage.
Writing love poetry to ghosts that haunt my heart.
Writing songs I can’t sing.
Waiting for a train
or a bus
or a ride from someone with an honest smile.
Waiting for my term to be up.
Waiting in the dark.
Weird dreams pick at the corners of my mind.
Waking with a wired jaw – tired
Why am I still waiting for my turn to speak?
Wind that big car up my drive.
Write an email to say goodbye.
I’m waiting for a good bye.
Without an umbrella in the rain.
Wade through puddles.
Waves lap my thighs.
when is high tide?
Where’s the moon?
and why isn’t anyone else waiting for