Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Waited

It's cold

Six floors up,

On the roof,

Even wrapped

Against the wind,

Thick clothes

Not enough

For the concrete

Below me.

And I've waited.

Lain here.

Patient,

But so cold.

Waited.

And it's now

I see you

At the window

Enlarged

In the sights

As my finger

Caresses

The trigger.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

should we be worried?