frozen food

'we're not there yet', you said
and I just nodded although I knew
that here I am, waiting

you're still on the way from A to B;
so far from my home
that you can hardly see me nor hear me
so there's no point in calling you,
no point in waving at your direction

here I am, just waiting
looking through my telescope
hoping that one day you'll arrive
and we'll have a feast

you might never come;
you may take another turn and disappear in the shrubs

then I'll put down my telescope
and freeze the feastly dinner to be served some other time
to some other welcomed guest
..but the flavour's not what it was,
and the colours have faded a little