She says patience is a virtue
So I wait through the curfew
A wilting plant on her verandah
She says she needs space
Keeping me in my place
I can’t begin to understand her
Pacing like a stray cat
I lurk outside her flat
Waiting for a light to be turned on
But she leaves me guessing
Apologetic and confessing
Like a moth flying toward the sun
© shaun patrick green 2014
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