waiting is expensive

last night he wanted to say goodbye,
but not for the first time.
why stay where moments are to buy
when waiting is expensive and stealing is a crime?

but she sat a little more than an hour away
tucked in a corner, not sure what to say
or how to deal with all that was coming her way

professionally discussing all the issues
analyzing every possible bruise 
but wondering why not take the easier brews 

there was a man or two in the past
she held them down, but they came up fast
and here she was now looking for something to last

one too present; the other nowhere to be found
one where she cried out but couldn't make a sound
the other hiding within his own issues bound

and then the woman cleaning up the mess of the first
thinking through her own adolescent curse
hoping this was the end of the worst of the worst

and what about the woman of the second?
she sat alone in her world so blackened  
speaking words that should not have happened

but no one saw her struggle past the age of eight
even when it came again when she was ready to date
leading to the ten years he made her wait

yet in the meantime she tempted fate
and he tried with her to mate
but it only left her with more self hate

and then the two years
with the problems of all of her peers
with the need to face all of her fears

with the demons through the eyes peered
with the best friend of lines smeared
with the balloon in skies cleared

with the nights of nonstop gears
with the divorce drawing near
with the sudden sound of the thousands' cheers

sitting in a whale during probation
something that seems unfixable with any level of desperation 
a ripple of hurt caused by hesitation

and now suddenly she's there
in the place she never would have dared
living off of nothing but prayer

but only at the seeming betrayal of a friend
a relationship that might quickly be coming to an end
creating another wound that might never mend

and is there no apology?
there's such a difference in theology
she knows it's not as logical as geology 

but what about the blurred lines?
but what about the willing signs?
but what about the boy killing time?

and is there a light in the ville?
a force that makes everything still?
come of it what will

so she sits a little less than a half hour away
tucked in a corner, not sure what to say
or how to deal with all that has come her way

because last night she wanted to say goodbye,
at least for a little bit of time.
why stay where there are no moments to buy
when waiting is expensive and stealing is a crime?