I'm still waiting...

I can't change what you think.
Believe me,
I've tried.

I've got into contact.
Asked you questions.
You've lied.

It's like we're playing a game.
I will count,
You hide.

Or perhaps you'd prefer Simon Says?
You tell me.
I'll abide.

I'm sick of just waiting for you...
But you're always
Occupied.

So now I'm leaving it up to you.
I will wait.

You decide. 

 

The End

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