limbo.

in this weird season,
a passing one
thank goodness.

Waiting,
waiting,
waiting.

Waiting for,
well,
change I guess.

Waiting to move out.
like standing in front
of the microwave,
for 47 seconds,
waiting for it to
beep.

But on a perpetual,
life-sized scale.
Waiting for that
stupid boy,
to swoop in
and
steal my heart.

In limbo,
i'd call it.
trying to not lean
heavily upon
my past.

Yet,
trying not
to put all my hope
on incoming ships
that just may be passing through,
not intending
to
stay.