Waiting room

So now, my love

I wait for you to decide

if you were waiting for me

or I was just part of the ride.

I can't blame you

I hate me

I would hate me.

I love us. For the record. 

Waiting is a stressful thing

a stress which

with the irony of a scot

I managed to take out on you

and so really seal my lot.

I regret that. So. 

In the end, all it took was for the truth to be known

for me to realise

that my mistake was in taking you 

for simply home.

For you're much more,

you're potential

inspiration

the heart that keeps me alive.

I've been sleeping 

in this dive and breathing

has been...hard.

I miss you.

So now, my love,

I am waiting.

With Love, Beau xx