Waiting
You keep me waiting, still I let you have it all
I can’t take it anymore. I take one last look out the window and let the curtain fall back into place. This heat is unbearable. Even with every last window open, there is no reprieve from this hell. The ceiling fan slowly circulates. The damned thing is busted and only runs on low. Even my beer bottle is starting to sweat bullets. Are you ever coming back? You said you would. I heard it in your voice the last time you lef...