still no final word

after waiting weeks on end;
waiting, asking, and receiving news
-- but nothing final, no conclusion;
today: it's a matter of hours
I was promised,
and I'll hold to that

chills go through me
I sit so straight like on a stick
motionless shell, core in turmoil

the more you say you're confused,
the more I want to come for consolation

but it's not me who makes that decision
and it's not me to say what's right
well, there are plenty of reasons why it'd be great!
not just one

so I keep waiting