Cool with it

I smiled, when you walked thru the door and greeted me. Many hours of waiting, countless times of 'I'm sorry that I took so long to come'. I seemed to get used to every excuse you gave, every reason you had. What reason do you have this time? 'Oh, the meeting took longer than usual' or 'I've been waiting for the cab for hours!' is the reason for being late? I hate to wait. Wait for you to finish your work, wait for you to end the conversation, wait for you to be done with everything except my things. It will never end just like your workload and your weekends will always be burnt. I will just have to deal with it and be cool with it.

Yes, I think I've learnt to be cool with it. I'm totally. Cool. With. It.