I stay up and I wait
For the phone call you promised me at eight
But I look at the clock and it’s getting late
I sit patiently
Knowing your not thinking of me
And I know that there’s people that want to stand
Where you don’t want to be
And there’s no other way to help you see
Nothing else more I can be for you
Don’t know what else I could possibly do
I try
I fight to smile
When I really want to cry
I stay
Even when my thoughts say walk away
Now I sleep
And won’t be there to answer your call when you’re ready
I rest
No longer trying my best
I’m done
Its 2 minutes past one
Shilesha Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quarter-past-too-late/
