The Wait

I did it

Did what?

You know

What?

Asked

Good luck with that

Good god

Why did I tell him

Should have kept to myself

Fool that I am

I’m enough of a wreck

What will he say?

Who will he tell?

What will she say?

Will they all give me hell?

Just ignore what they say

I tell myself

They do no matter

Only one person

I want to flatter

But will she listen

To my soft gentle request

Will she respond

And ease my pounding chest

At the end of my tether

With her the puppeteer

Holding the strings to my heart

Will she calm my fear?

Will she cross the void?

That keeps us apart

If she says no

What then?

Will they all laugh

Behind deadpan faces

Keep telling myself

All will be fine

Whatever the outcome

Nervous anticipation

That pit in my stomach

That deafening sound of the telephone

It’s her!

© Fergus Martin

2012