On Hold

On Hold

"Can I put you on hold,
while I look further into it?"
I agree, though I feel my neck tensing...then,
What feels like hours passes,
my patience has turned into butter that's been overly churned,
by the time, they return.

"Can you wait over there, while I help this person?"
I wait, in limbo,
as four more go first,
While my stomach acids feel fierce enough,
To burn a hole in my purse.

"The Doctor is running late,"
Greets me, when I arrive.
My chest clutches,
in panic,
at having to wait for lab results.
Waiting is not my strong suit.
Will I survive?

Then, later, it comes,
when I reach out to my friend,
"I don't know when we we can talk...I'm just so busy... "
Brings something revealing,
chilling me to the bone,
No matter which way I turn,
I am always on hold.