Mentally Waiting Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Still meeting my desire
the street lights slowly dying
streetlights in the countryside in the
countryside almost sleeping.

Lost in dying streetlights
headlights to bare my wait
with the hand prints that you made me
I wait.

A horn echoing
swaying into the dim
lights. I wait as I watch
my tears multiply in the car windows reflections.

I wait
the sunshine strip asleep
with great desire to fall asleep
I wait.