I’m waiting for the bells to fall
silent, for time to stop with me.
I’m waiting on a fleeting train
that has already left the station.
I’m waiting in this room where
the walls are yellow and far too cheery
for my waiting.
I’m waiting for the jazz to die
and the lights to go out.
I’m waiting on a daydream, on you
to appear at the door
with that leather jacket and a book.
I’m waiting because no one
else has taken your place.
Here I stand, the tracks lay
waiting in front of me.
I don’t have forever, yet
forever is no time at all.