The Paroles Of JK

I’m sitting

Waiting.

Not waiting for a train to take me far away

Not waiting for a parcel (food from Mum and Dad!)

Not waiting for my laundry

(Though I do enough of that)

No.

I’m just waiting for you.

Typing tip-tap-tippity

In a coffeehouse with voices

Loud and quiet

Big voices and

small voices.

Skies outside grey, gloomy.

It’s clear to see why.

Because my Sun is in here

And she fills the room with light

There is no love,

that loves in the dark.