showing again...

wow it's been a long time. I found this poem recently. It was written around the fall of 2005 maybe? anywayI really like it .

I think I like it because even though it was inspired out of a moment in time, it really describes a huge chunk of time. anyway, here you go...


THE FALL OF 2005...

Waiting again.
What am I waiting for?

Right now I'm waiting
for
a friend.
Not really.

I'm waiting
for
a man.
Someone
to save me
from
the train wreck
I've become.

He can't.

And
he's likely
Smart enough to know it.
To know
not to try it.

He offered me
friendship.
But
it's a long
way
to drive

For dinner.

With a girl
you don't know.

That you knew a million years ago.
But never knew.

What
am I waiting for?
Always paralyzed.
Waiting
for myself.

Waiting
for the changes
I'm not willing to make.