To F.
This you will deny.
The wait will remain unacknowledged,
Though endured.
You waited — of course, you did.
Yes ——.
Just to ascertain, presumably, that you were right.
It was your turn after all.
After me. It was your day.
The words I wrote, once sent,
Once received, only (as always)
Led to a silence I was summoned
To read as scorn.
This is what you expected.
I know.
But I also
know you waited
For the words.
