in a ffinity

i remember it like it like it was tomorrow.
you said you’d see me february evening
the thirtieth at the earliest and i actually believed you.
might show up this time.
around.
nine instead of my suggested time of six
like daylight saving, i get pushed back
confused bout what u were doing
and who u were doing it with.

but he must have been better than me,
cos it definitely wasn’t me
even though you sincerely promised
that it would be.

several sets of seven days
wasted away waiting
to see your face
for that “do something next week”
in that ‘next week’ that never came.

and that’s why im here
sitting alone with the announcement phone static crackle,
as my lonely and only company.
in a place where the train timetable is more reliable than you are
and in this country, that’s saying something.

i’ve had enough now
you’ve got a time limit to see me
i’ll wait ten more minutes - at quarter past never
im leaving.