some poems

Waiting For A Text

You press the buttons and wait.
A message of uncertainty,
Afraid of what might come;
Of what might not.

Tiny pulses buzzing
Around a satellite of hope.
When will it come?
Will it ever come?

You drink your drink,
Smoke your cigar and wait.
Looking at that screen,
That empty screen.

The light suddenly flashes
And your heart flashes with it.
But it's just the signal
Reminding you it's there.

No buzz, no light, no flash,
An empty case of empty hope.
Just the swill of wine.
Just the taste of smoke.