P.S. Poem by Daniela Iacoppi

I'm a parentheses in your life.
A post scriptum.
Waiting,
Hoping,
Lurking in the background.
Hungry for a sign telling me all this isn't futile.
You say I must have patience.
That you're not ready.
(I'm absolutely shattered; my back gets all sweaty)
You say it's routine; not love.
(And I struggle to rise above
My utter dismay.)
And then you say,
For now you need to stay.
You ask me to wait!
But I can no longer mitigate.
I say you live a lie.
I muster my pride and whisper
Goodbye.
(And I die inside) .
My fragile soul black and blue.
(P.S. I love you) .