waiting

tired of waiting for empty hours
filled with the object of my desires
ignoring me
Empty minutes turn to hours
weeks, days,
too many moments to let slip away
and when you find time
the waiting has exhausted me
Resent that you finally decide to acknowledge me
and I'm asleep?
Me too
tired of waiting for attention
divided by a hundred other things
all trivial but a few
Do I care who e-mailed you
from Timbucktoo
but you do
meanwhile
How long should I wait for you?