I waited for you calmly, with infinite patience.
I waited for you hungrily, just short of desperate.
When you came I knew that desperate was unattractive.
I was calm, no one wants the kind of calm I was.
It tried your patience, it made you hungry for a man
who was hungry. I am that man, I said,
but I said it calmly. My body was an ache, a silence.
It could not affirm how long it had waited for you.
The Waiting // Stephen Dunn