It’s like the nights
in which you
sit and wait
and sit
and wait
and sit
and wait
accomplishing nothing
knowing nothing
of what you’re waiting for

And they pile on each other
the sitting
the waiting
until all the time spent
all the time you sat
you waited
runs out
like feeling
like a lack of feeling

Like you can’t feel anymore.

And yet you sit.
And yet you wait.

And feel nothing.