There is a man walking his dog
his grip on them tight
like the love I let go.
He is the one I can never have
for he would take care of me
and I would never accept that.
I walk my dog, I feed my brain.
There is a man in the waiting room
staring at me while I cough up a lung.
I put on eyemakeup for the occasion
have pink nails
and will definitely change my hair color
because his eyes remind me of yours.
And we all need to change
ourselves, our tires
our cars, I prefer not to.
I like you just so.
I hope you are having so much fun
it brings you out of your loneliness,
you always fare better than I do.
I envy that about you.
There is a man who exists somewhere
that is thinking about a girl like me
theatre of the absurd
waiting for godot
and still absent from life.