here i am again, staring
into the blank white abyss,
wondering—watching—waiting
for the pieces to fall into place.

my patience is running thin.

when will he make his move? or will i
have to make mine first? the pressure
is on, and it's running high.

it's like watching the horizon. the sun
barely seems to move all day long, but
then, at sunset, suddenly
it moves faster and faster and faster
until it sinks behind the hills

and all its light and warmth is gone.

{i know the pieces fit}
but this may be a puzzle too complicated
even for me.

logic can't save me now.

a/n: {tool}