waiting room

by Elisa Hinson - Aquarius

Been here so long
That I have started
To answer the phone

Making coffee
For the morning arrivals
And climbing on chairs
To unscrew the lights
For the night

They come 
And
They go
And
I stay

Pounding out papers
Passing out pillows
And
Smoking up with the nurses
In the elevator

I have kissed a redhead’s tears
And held an old woman’s
Hand
As we offered up prayers

In this 
I am

The master of 
Adaptation

A title (I am aware) that is
Bourne out of self-preservation
And fear

(so long ago)

I left him here

Walked out
On skin so cold
With a paper bag of 
Personal effects

And remembrance

But I will not
Leave her 

Not now
Not here
Not now

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2010-04-16 02:27:21
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:15
Poem ID: 72155

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