The Wait

As I sit here waiting
talking to strangers not really caring what
makes them beat
I look at the clock.....

Waiting and waiting
wondering and pondering
Now what have I done
to make it so

Realizing that I'm wasting
my time
Knowing very well you
are not coming and may never will
so I might as well give up and go
but still.....

Wondering why this is so
Wondering why we don't let go
What keeps us hanging on
It must be our love that keeps it so
If this is the case
why do we hurt each other so.
(c) Rhonda Lucke 1998