The next one will lift a finger for me and not mind doing so
He will not let me wait in vain
Won’t make me sit in one corner hoping for the best
Dreading for the worst
No false pretenses.
False or otherwise.
The next one will tell me he’d do this or that
And mean it.
Actually do it.
Will follow through.
Between the respect he claims to have for me
And that which he chooses to show
The next one will be willing to see me through
See me off
Even when it’s no longer convenient
No longer seems practicable.
It wouldn’t matter. Not to him.
he would wait for me to return from wherever.
Thinking of me in the interim.
What will be there during the inception
Will only become so much more.
IT. WILL. NOT. WANE.