Tarry 'til I Come

This is a rough draft
of my lonely life.
All make believe
no pressure or strife.

I think clear I think
in my head of speaking thoughts
and weirdness leaking.

And even from the heart, revealing its scent

not fluent, plagued with self reference,
the love has an accent
I recompense.

Listen to you speak; unattached to your eyes
unabashed, we leave our exchange,
feeling empty and harried.

All what's left is a zero sum
all is lost, time wasted
opportunity cost
and I tarry 'til you come.