Waiting for You
Waiting for You I’m going to sleep hoping I’ll be aroused in the middle of the night, by a phone call, by your phone call. I don’t have time left and in the left time I have; I wish to inhale your mad love in every breath. The clock is ticking and I don’t mind arguments as long as you still stay within the reach of my desperate touch. Don’t go away, for once I leave, I might never come back. I’ve crawled too long hoping this labour will be over soon but confusion and despondency come up with new excuses to exist. Now I am devoid of all energy to speak and so listen to my tears for they are the only voice I have left. You say you don’t want to talk to me and you’ve assured there are no means left for me to contact you and so I’m waiting. I’m going crazy waiting for you. I check my phone more often than necessary and when I don’t, I hallucinate my ringtone because the idea of speaking to you has rented a corner inside my head. I obsess over the wait ordinarily and when I don’t, I v