how much longer will i have to wait at the curb?
how much longer do i have to chug water down
your throat,
to replace your tires,
to fill up your gas?
as you prepare for another round?
how much longer do i have to stand there as you drive to nowhere in endless knitted circles?
i shout to you,
i scream,
i beg,
with my voice going hoarse
and tears streaming down my face,
but you don't hear.
you can't hear over the vrooms and zooms of your
ferrari that you buried yourself in.
i cheered you one before every
single one of your games,
and i cheered you on after that.
but are you that typical famous celebrity to be so clueless, obnoxious and inconsiderate
to i, who have loved you for so long?
i suddenly felt so distant.
behind the racing track stands, i stand
as i watch you race your endless circles
over and over again,
waiting for you to stop,
to look at me for at least one second...
one second is all i ask for.
despite the marbles on the cold hard racing track,
i will not stop chasing after you,
even if you don't race after me back.
but i will wait and i will not waver as i do so.
and even if you push me away,
a million times,
i will come back and i will
wait at the curb,
chug water down your throat,
replace your tires and
fill up your gas
to prepare you for another round
of endless swerves.
