The Bottle

I have the patience
to out wait anyone
although no one has patience
to wait with me.

Oh, some stay
for a heart beat or two,
but eventually they all move
to stand and tiptoe away.

I have felt for a while
that you are slipping past
though I have no desire
to know with whom.

Knowing would overflow the bottle
that I am holding carefully on my lap,
so no one has to taste the pain
with me.

I am letting you go,
so you will not see my tears
although I cannot bear
to be alone.

By Sandy S.