in a waiting room

with benches and other people,

tapping my foot impatiently,

and stealing glances at the door.

i stop abruptly as i wonder

why is it that

only inside my head

you smile often

laugh louder

and stay longer?

i wonder whether you've left me behind

tapping my foot impatiently,

stealing glances at the door,

waiting in the waiting room;

with benches and other people.