I’m waiting for you to leave me
but you don’t

I’m waiting
for perspective
to re-appear,
diminishing return,
for warmth from distant appreciation

but you don’t leave

I’m inhabited
the meal doesn’t end
the wine re-fills itself

surely time will take you from me
a little further off
so I can wave
the small wave, of
distant friend

rather this
than retain the air
where you might breathe
imagining that you hold me

as you do

MCHallis c.2002