28 “Waiting” by Katie Goodale

There is a room where you

wait for me.

Sea green shag carpets

and the smell of coffee.

There is a room where you

wait for me.

Sun-soaked countertops

Aromatic gravity.

And in this room where

you wait

for me.

You stand, with arms open

for all eternity.

And in

this room

where you

wait

for

me.

I will never see.