The Waiting Game — NOTED by Myia

The Waiting Game

Blue sky and high rises

Friends meeting for a late lunch

Sirens of the fire trucks making its way through

I am outside sitting, I think it’s trying to rain

My nail polish is faded, soon will be the sun

I have a wave of contentment by myself

I am doing this really on my own

A part of me is whispering, it will not stay like this

The city doesn’t go to sleep, I can’t really either

My apartment quiet and filled with lights

I keep following my nose, counting my freckles

The moon must hate me, go to sleep I am out

However it soothes me

I shouldn’t but I miss you

It’s quiet amongst this city

My mind speaks but your words echo

I really miss you

I won’t call it’s for the better

I sit with myself amongst this weather

The waiting game not much of a fun one

You always made time pass quickly

But I wait and try to let you go

Stay with my mind

Quiet amongst this city

I choose to be here

Till it no longer feels like this

How much longer I wish I could ask

Like a kid to my mum on a road trip

Eventually your parents no longer have answers