How impatient I have been 
and still am – 
I can’t even call it waiting
because impatience
does not wait – 
it paces 
and 
questions
Your 
motives 
for 
silence.

How patient You have been 
and always are – 
it must be LOVE – 
for nothing else 
no one else 
has ever accepted me 
and welcomed me 
in all my complaint.