Late

You didn't say you'd be late.
You didn't text or call when you were late.
You didn't have an issue that I was waiting for you.
You didn't even apologise for being late till you saw how angry I was about it.

It's not the first time. Not even the twelfth or thirty-fifth.
It's definitely not going to be the last time.
So much for statements that I expect you to be late all the time & that's why you are,
That I ought to give to a chance to be otherwise.

I'm tired of your claims that you're going to be on time.
I'm tired for having to sit around waiting for you,
Simply because you have neither sense of time,
Nor respect for the notion that I'm waiting.

So, I'm not forgiving your lack of punctuality, I'm not enabling it, & I'm not waiting anymore.