Waiting

The warmth of your arms is a distant illusion
The reality is I am just waiting to be replaced.

On the back burner, waiting to be enflamed.
Waiting for a decision that won't be made
Releasing to the flow knowing there will soon be a tidal wave.

I cannot escape
I cannot change or control the pace
All I can do is try to watch it all unravel
From a distant place.