Simply Have to Wait (sonnet)

No little green car in the parking lot,
No smiling face to meet me at the door,
I thought she would be there, but she was not,
I had my dates all mixed up yet once more.
Here I was prepared to bare all my scars,
My heart was hanging, tattered, on my sleeve,
And I had wasted many useless hours
Convincing myself there'd be a reprieve.
Of course it is not that big of a deal,
I can pack up the worries, thoughts, and dreams.
I'll tell myself I have to wait to feel
Until sometime next week, or so it seems.
I am often early and seldom late.
All my issues will simply have to wait.