Gone Again

And he is gone again. Another chance gone with him. Off he goes to spend money he doesn’t want to realize he doesn’t have.

I sit here, ready for work, knowing I will not see him again until sometime Saturday. I sit here. And sit here. Waiting for a perfect time that will NEVER show up until I take an absolutely crappy moment in time and make it perfect.

I know what I need to do. I know how long ago I should have done it. (I also know I may never have ended up here, on LJ, exposing my flaws to the world, if I ever managed this is a timely manner…)

I do not think I will be brilliant when the moment comes. I suspect I will be desperate.