Waiting IV


And I’ve been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the summer rain to fall upon the
Wild birds scattering the seeds
Answering the calling of the tide’s eternal tune
The phases of the moon
The chambers of the heart
The egg and dart of small gray
Spiders spinning in the dark
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart

You like him. You hate him. He likes you, a lot. He annoys you. What appeared to be attraction in the beginning has turned into a game where you dictate the moves. You grow power-hungry in the presence of an opportunity to be in control. You start to see him for who he really is; quite different from the guy you first liked. You two start to slip away from each other. It’s over before you knew it.

Meanwhile, I wait.

You acknowledge my presence, with a hint of regret when you think about what we might have become. You like me. You say you like me to me, knowing full well I can do nothing about your attraction to me, or mine to you.

You try to tame me with a net of flattery. You talk to me, a lot, making no secret of your feelings towards me. You say you want to see me but you never do.


And I’ve been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again and
Hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground and
I’ve been keepin’ to myself
Knowin’ that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you’re with somebody else
He’ll never love you like I do

I’m done waiting.

*lyrics by the Eagles

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