Sally was my first love and I was hers.
Sally and I separated.
Yet we remained best of friends.
This year Sally hoped to get married to her partner of seven years.
Be patient I said your time is coming at the end of the year.
Last night Sally telephoned me drowning in tears.
I tried to say be patient your time is near.
Today Sally telephoned me still in tears.
Be patient I said for another few years.
For how many more years?
For as long as it takes.
Be Patient?
Be Patient.
Some say patience is a virtue
I say bigotry is a crime.
Why must we wait?
For what is rightfully ours?
Be patient?
Sorry for the strange diary but I have no more words.