Waiting

Someone once said
that time waits for no man
It is apparent
that this someone has never waited
nor procrastinated for two hours straight
Just waiting to be picked up from work
Everyone's left including the cleaners
So you have to wait out on the street
While you fret, because you have just been
waiting,waiting, waiting
"Pick you up at 3" he said grinning
when he dropped you off this morning
and now he is not picking up his phone
which goes straight to messages

You swear under your breath
In case some unknown comes strolling by
and catches you seething with rage
your drawn up lips,
forming the beginning of a snarl
Then you rethink the mornings body language
was that a  sinister curl that suggested
I have got you right where I wanted you
as he drove off and here you are
tense, upright, spewing
body curling, sinews tightening
As mother time gnaws every waiting tendon
Your mind, fills in  the time with excuses rapt
" car breakdown" " accidents" " children" my foot hurts!"
While rational mind, chimes in
"He's probably forgotten"
You heave a sigh at the futility of it all
sothe waiting persona
Like Atlas carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders
waits...waits...waits...
Shoulder's stiffen,
toes face inwards
tighten, lips curl,
anger exudinh from every pore
Yes?, No?...it's not
Oh shit...did I get the day, the time wrong
or did he merely forget...
and so I wait and wait and wait....