it doesn't bother
me
when people are late.
I used to care
but things have changed.
i'm fine
twiddling my thumbs,
or reading,
or staring out the window
at the falling rain.
sipping on a drink
and observing the world
around me.
there's no place
i'd rather be
than be with me.
I have a better time
alone
these days than
reliving the tales of
someone's yesterday.
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