While waiting for you
I sit on this desk like a schoolboy
Waiting
I tap my fingers i keep my feet
Underneath
Nobody is watching
I am looking
Outside from here
The green football field
The trees pruned like boys
With new haircut
The chapel,
It is where I pray everyday
Before going to the usual university quibbles
Two hours passed
Still there is no you
Or your shadow
Sometimes I think
Most of the time I don’t
This relationship
What am I to you?
That you should make me wait?
I take my notes
And begin writing
Who am i?
I quit this chemistry
I am ready for philosophy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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