Waiting
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

Watching shadows slither ‘cross the wall.
Listening for sounds out in the hall.
I’m waiting for happiness to arrive.

I thought that he would come around,
and lift me off this cold, hard ground.
But I’m still waiting for happiness to arrive.

He sent me a rose, but it wilted.
Bought me a Perrier, but I spilt it.
How could happiness be so cruel?
He’s disregarding all my rules.

Looking at the dust caked on the shelf.
Wishing I could sweep it off myself.
But I’m waiting for happiness to arrive.

All of my possessions are gone,
And I’ve never, never felt so picked on.
I’m waiting for happiness to arrive.

He sent me an answer when I wanted a lie.
Sent me a “how” when I wanted a “why.”
How could happiness be so cruel?
He’s disregarding all my rules.

The sun is moving on and on
The chance to act has come and gone
And after all the tears I’ve tasted
I’m left with the shadows of everything I’ve wasted.

Watching shadows slither ‘cross the wall.
Wondering if they’re really there at all.