Waiting Still

I wait for
a late comeback
but it seems quite desperate
I wake
it is quiet
in these rented rooms
all filled with dust
I think
I’ll die alone
I’ll die alone
shape up
make things happen
buy a drink
and write a book
is it too late?
and does it matter?
when the light arrives
who keeps the score?
I think
I’ll die alone
I am waiting… still