Waiting

uncertain whether

it’s the teeth vibrating

or whether it’s the gums

the gaze out the window

hypnotizes, pulls the patient

down further, a weight

not a lift in this waiting

chemical cocktails waltz

through the veins, these

grand corridors of a

historic and worn house

the sun lends little aid

to keep heavy eyelids

awake and open to

consume the days left,

remaining in this waiting

no-vacancy must be lit

on the light at the door

no visitors stop and sit

and talk about nothing

which would be everything

as what once was years

are mere hours now

ticking in this waiting