Waiting

Munching on a sandwich;
You had said you would come for me
Had sworn on an apostrophe,
Belled the cat and drove away
Left a trail in my wake,
Mind at ease, I counted a stitch.

Iterative calls and biting nails
I admired a view, hardly a trail,
Stationery, waiting for my Holy Grail,
First mistake: vials knocked over
In haste, descended into a revelling,
Mind at ease, resting on a rail.

Second mistake: boiling with rage;
Mind unease, searching for a straw
On walkways in the spring time thaw.
Munching on buttered toast
Waiting for Time to roast
My indecision.