I watch TV and wait for him,
Maybe he’ll come tonight.
The actors move and speak in turn,
It’s clean and tidy, no mistakes.
A message on my phone tells me
He might be coming round.
He can’t be sure, he has to wait,
Is that ok with me?
Of course it is, I lie barefaced,
Come over when you can.
Real life is never clean and tidy,
No-one waits in turn.
It’s messy and confusing,
I am powerless in this game.
So I just watch TV at night
And wait for him to come.
A companion piece to He Waits For Me.