Waiting is the ultimate lead balloon

Can’t anything hasten anymore

Waiting is the tear stuck in the duct

It burns and reminds and teases

Waiting is the missing last line

In an almost poem, an almost song

Waiting is knowing and not knowing

All at the same time, all at once

Waiting is cruel yet safe

In the moment and for the moment

I don’t want to wait anymore

I don’t want to wait