waiting

i used to sit alone in restraunts waiting for you to come
book in hand shifting eyes
pretending not to watch the door
doing my best not to gaze at every person walking in
with disapointment in my heart
sipping at coffee another wasted day
and ill hear your drunken apologies later
forgive forgive forgive
and i let this happen so many times before how could i expect more
and now waiting is ruined
lateness irritates me
it taints the clean slates of others
cause everytime i have to wait i remember you my drunken dear
and sitting there
tired alone waiting waiting waiting
just glancing at that door.

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[M O R P H I N E]

I like this. Written simply, yet very deep and rather sad. I could see little images in my head. More like, flashes from a past memory. It was nice to read this.
Good write.