Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?Is it
ego?Is it
pride?Or is it
because
I need you
to proveThat I’m not
completely
dead
inside?
That Split Second
When I saw you
sleeping there
I couldn’t help
but stop and stare
Probably because
I was drunk too
Although nowhere
near as drunk as you
I had to walk over
and poke the bear