Waiting (June)

Once it is over we soon forget waiting. When our lover arrived at the doorway time went from an hour for a minute to a minute an hour, from wanting to being in its entirety. We do not anticipate waiting. The plane will be an hour. When it’s not our pleasures turn to trials. We should have known better? We always knew better. Some people will be late for their own funeral: we know not to wait for them too long. Much living is waiting, taken account of and planned for. Some people wait the whole of June, for July.