While waiting for the coffee to cool

You can’t spell disappointment

Without a point

But right now it eludes me

Because right now

I’m doing everything except

What I’m supposed to be doing

And time?

I’m never sure

If there’s always enough

Or whether I’ve made a habit

Of letting it slip away

But of this much I’m certain

I’m tired

Of it always being this way

And while I know

I’ve said it many times before

Please let me mean it this time