and i wait…
old friends…
ex-wives…
former lovers…
enemies…
i wait…
wanting to make contact…
a touch…
voice…
an embrace…
perhaps a punch to the jaw…
i wait…
you can only sit in silence for so long…
wanting for a note to be struck…
soulful kisses…
a touch to the cheek…
to not be alone…
i wait…
this bottle of whiskey half gone…
drank by myself…
alone with the remnants of Ireland…
calling out to you…
come…come…please…
i wait…
