The Wait…

I sit here waiting,

Anticipating the moment of your call,

Feeling small and insecure,

In my overrated confidence,

That so many think I have,

And yet this mountain that I should be,

Is left small and queasy,

By the thought you have forgotten our date,

I’m not really irate,

Just hopelessly interested,

In the one who bested,

My defenses leaving me in my just deserts,

As I suppose I have left others,

Defenseless,

Go out,

I should,

Have fun,

I could,

And yet here I sit,

A prisoner of my own enchantment,

With you…