Whilst I wait for love to come

I did dare love - Just the once -
It’ll come again but it could be months.
Need to do nothing. Just wait. Twiddle thumbs.
And bide my time, until she comes.

I’ll sit and ponder. Then think. Then stew.
I’ll read my books. I just won’t do.
I’ll eat the food that’s crammed in my fridge.
I’ll practice yoga. I’ll master the bridge.
The radio plays; ‘I love this song’.
My walls are yellow. The feng shui’s all wrong.

I hover and ponder. Then mull. Then stew.
I’ve read my books. I still won’t do.
Ransack the cupboards, leaving them hollow.
Move onto Zumba with Tai Chi to follow.
The radio plays the same crap all night.
The walls: still yellow. The feng shui’s not right.

I pace and ponder. then perpetually stew.
I read the oven manual for something to do.
Scavenge the freezer. Scour the draws.
Weight lift the cat. Shotput indoors.
The radio is playing (even though it’s unplugged).
The walls: more yellow? Feng shui’s still fucked.

I freak and fret. then spiral in lieu.
I’ve read ALL the books. I’m now huffing glue.
Eat out the bins. Eat mine own hair.
Weep into mirror. Long jump downstairs.
Dismantle radio. pleasure self with antenna.
Everything is yellow. The feng shui? Getting better.