my mind ages

my knees are old, they squeek and crackle as I shuffle around my room in cheap plastic slippers. I can't see much, and my eyes are sore behind my glasses. He should have been here by now, I've been waiting for so long. I forget how to tell time. The strap of my watch broke months ago anyways, so not being able to tell time isn't the end of the world.

He makes me wait so long.