The Wait – Vincent Edward Manda

Darling, I don’t mind
Waiting for forever
But I don’t want
To wait until we die;
Because you see,
I’m already
A little bit insane
And with each waiting word
You whisper my way
I grow slightly crazier.

So I can’t wait
To buy those little words
With the only commodity I have,
For once those sands are gone
And the full moon
Grows a little smaller again
It is no longer mine
And with each second that passes
(Especially without you)
I am invariably poorer
Than I’ll ever be.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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