I wait like a bucket
Yearning for water
Being full
Of you
Curled up tightly
Like a chameleon's tongue
Waiting
For you
Standing to attention
At the curtain call
Applauding
You
Scanning your cigarettes
Through the till
Serving
You
Proud as a peacock
Holding your hand
To say
I do
Each morning’s rise
You will see
That familiar reflection
Destiny