Please Wait For Me

How soon can you get here?

Those are the words you ask

while I watch the clock in 

displeasure.

The tick-tock gets louder—

every second I regret to hear you 

say 

that you are getting wetter.

Its minutes starting to sound 

like a slow faucet drip,

saturating your private laundry

while I’m still on my way.

— Please wait.

—JG   ©2026