I wait. It's been well over 24 hours.
I feel myself in need.
You said you'd keep in touch.
My fingers drum on the table impatiently.
Could something have happened?
Where the hell are you?
You're too preoccupied now, is that it?
Though it's understandable...
I wait, growing anxious.
I'm a nervous wreck.
My neck turns at every possibility--
"Is it you?"
No, it's someone unimportant.
But still my heart beats threefold,
"it could have been you."
I start pounding my fists on the table, like a ravenous animal
like an addict in withdrawal.
I need you.
Greed creeps over me, then anger, then fear.
It's been well over a day...
I've never had to wait.
Much less this long.
My drug of choice so quickly torn from me
and there is absolutely nothing I can do.
You're so far away, so distant
so many things could have gone wrong
so much rides on this moment yet...
Until I realize--
I need you.
I'm going more insane with every passing second.
My insides churn
my muscles convulse.
I cannot sit still.
I fidget, biting my nails to the bone.
Tapping my foot erratically on the floor
Is this what betrayal feels like?
I take every opportunity to check
"Are you still alive?"
I'm picking myself apart without you.
And all you have to do is say hello.
like you goddamn promised.