so, i blow the dust that has gathered here.
and i'll sit, and wait.

in the meantime, i will watch the world,
from my tiny place on a vacant parkbench,
by a busy, busy road,
infested with busy people,
touching two ends of a busy world.

and i wait,
wait.

for a warm shoulder
to throw itself by my side,
and say,
whatever happened to our soliloquy?