03/19/20 Wait for It

Wait…

You were barely seventeen,

barely still

barely born,

barely tapping on the globe

no impression

of before.

You were stealing by the light,

full of piss

dead inside,

how were you to compromise

what a boy

has to hide;

light the sage,

fight the night,

let it be,

let it slide,

you were walking out the door

but you stopped just in time