the wait

you enter the room
and wait.
you sit on the edge
of the bed.
she is not there,
you don't expect her
anytime soon.
she's made
that clear.
but it's the same
room you slept in,
made love
in. it's the room
you lay next to one
another
and spoke about
how the leaves
have fallen, how
bright they are this
year.
how soon winter
has come, how quickly
summer has faded.
your life has been
about waiting.
nothing has changed.
everything remains
the same, you sit
in this room,
you wait.