It was when my face was made of metal and my hearing gone;
oh wait and draw marker:
yellow lights.
You were a millionaire and laughed a lot, but
I can't see your face behind the mountains.
I'd rather you be all here
or mostly gone
wrapped in seran wrap, tucked into someone's backpack
where I can lie and say
I didn't wait.

I didn't wait, or wait, and wait.