Later Means Never

Thinking too much is all.

Don't call him,

don't call him,

don't call him.

I won't.

You're weak,

you're weak,

you're weak.

I know.

You can't,

you can't,

you can't.

I will.

Our phone conversation is a short one,

no more than half an hour.

Somehow, I feel worse than before,

even with your promise:

"I'll call you later, ok?"

You need more sleep before work at five.

You couldn't sleep last night.

You'll call me later

you'll call me later

you'll call me later

I assume, of course, that "later" means five,

right before you clock in.

Five comes and goes.

I guess "later" means break.

Seven-thirty comes and goes.

Later means eleven, right?

That's when you get off work.

At 11:15, still nothing.

Maybe they asked you to stay until midnight.

At 12:30, I decide to go to bed.

It's weird not hearing your voice before I fall asleep

I can't believe I even waited this long.

Maybe later meant tomorrow,

my final thought before a dream about

tons of viscious snakes and a friend from the past.

Or maybe,

my first thought waking up,

later means never.

Then, I'll wait forever...

And I wait,

And I wait,

and I die waiting.

Maybe he really did mean it was over.

Reviews

[Kristin Brecoe]

aw. the firedrill poem wasn't all that great, but it was fine.
this poem however...it's good. i like it. i like where you placed the words and the size and the color. it added to it a bunch. mmmm. i really dislike disapopintment, but then again...i'm sure we all do.

like i learned last week...
everything will be alright when the time is right.
and he will be fine...not necessarily the way you expect or when...but it will happen...cuz right now, i dont think he's fine...i think he's just being a guy, slipping up and becoming blind to who the RIGHT girl is.

-Kristin

[KateD]

I love this poem. It is so full of hope and at the same time such painful hopelessness. The form you chose works very well. I can't help but feel sorry for your character.