I Have No One To Blame But Myself

I waited and waited.

The rain dripped down my forehead, and the light bounced off the wet tarmac,

And I waited.

I watched the street come alive with colours and people and sights and sounds,

And I waited.

The car tyres sputtered water in my face as they talked, and the people played mime with each other in living rooms,

And I waited.

The night grew old, and the day grew new,

And I waited.

Dogs stopped to chat, tell me about their day, and cats looked quietly on,

And I waited.

I found myself, and I lost myself, and I found myself again,

And I waited.

I grew impatient and struck out at that car with that music driving through that puddle and splashing me,

And I waited.

I saw the truth in front of my very eyes,

And I waited.

I lied to myself over and over again, and began to believe myself,

And I waited.

I asked a stranger,

"Do you have some spare change?"

And he was kind enough to lend me the money.

He directed me to the phone box.

I called.

I'm still waiting.


By Ben Jones