Queues
They always love something more than you
alcohol
drugs
other women
the game
So you go to the back of the line
and wait
hoping some day it will be your turn
to come first
But time passes
and the queue never gets any shorter
and you can no longer believe the lies people tell you
that your time is coming
that you should stop looking because he’ll find you
that some man is really going to appreciate you
And hope
which was once a steadfast companion
abandons you on the side of the road