am i in love?—yes, since i am waiting.

the other one never waits. sometimes i
want to play the other part of the one
who doesn't wait; i try to busy myself
elsewhere, to arrive late; but i always
lose at this game.

whatever i do, i find myself there with
nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of
time.

the lover's fatal identity is this:
i am the one who waits.