Wait

When have you ever waited for me?

When have you not run away into the night,

not turned me away when I needed you most?

You weave my shroud with your words,

unraveling nothing but my heart and life,

Entertaining every suitor who catches your fancy,

Auditioning substitutes for me.

When will you abandon this foolish search,

Accept that no one but me can fill you

with the fire you crave,

Tend the embers when you smolder through the night and into the next.

Keep your flowers up there,

let them adorn this grave,

my entire kingdom a tomb

beneath your summer frolicking.

My chariot may as well have been the horse,

Bringing you inside the walls of my heart to burn it all down,

Agamemnon my witness.

Prometheus’s liver flourishes in comparison

to the suffering of my summer heart.

You’re the goddess of all,

Bringing the flowers, reigning with me.

The place of your absence is hell;

terranean or subterranean.

All that matters is you,

Unable to choose,

Chosen by all.