Waiting Still - Handshake

I wait for

a late comeback

but it seems quite desperate

I wake

it is quiet

in these rented rooms

all filled with dust

I think

I’ll die alone

I’ll die alone

shape up

make things happen

buy a drink

and write a book

is it too late?

and does it matter?

when the light arrives

who keeps the score?

I think

I’ll die alone

I am waiting… still