The waiting was always fine for me
Always thinking it’s all just routine.
But it got me thinking,
“What if one of these days it wouldn’t be routine?
What if all this waiting will cease?”
I wondered this as I sat there
Waiting, like I often do
I often accompany my mom on her check ups. It’s all routine now as it’s been almost 13 years since she was diagnosed. It just got me thinking earlier though that there may come a time when the results would lead to bad news and I wondered what and how I’d react.
Living life at the sound of the alarm clock
Waiting for it to go
I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be
But then I find myself asking
Until when do we have to be slaves of time?
Standing in line
Waiting for oblivion
Ages it would seem before I get out of here
As everyone else seem to go by
This is me
Waiting for a jeepney
He said to wait
But never said for how long
I said I’d forget
And yet, here I am
You made me wait, didn’t you?
You stood there in silence, watching me from afar
You waited too, didn’t you?
Waited until I was ready to welcome you in
And now we stand
Face to face
Waiting for someone to make a move
Or did he?
Tick tock goes the clock
I sat there
Phone on the table
I didn’t want to
Or maybe just couldn’t.
The phone and I sat there
While on the other side, he waited
Wait in line
Wait for your turn
Wait for the call to go through
Or for someone to call you
Life is a series of waiting, I guess
I loved him when he wasn’t ready
He loved someone but he wasn’t ready
I gave up when he was about ready
And now I’m gone and don’t know if he was ready
Time was moving slow
Just the way I liked it
I didn’t want to count the days
I wanted to make the days count
I look at him
He looks at me
Looking for an opportunity
A moment, to set us both free