In The Meantime

To sit in my chair waiting

Tears trickle down my breast

My heart is fiercely pounding

This is anticipation at its best


But as time slowly moves forward

As I know it will always do

I hesitate in my knowing

My knowing of what will soon ensue


Breathing gets faster and labored

Soon your hands are turning the key in the latch

I can’t wait for the moment you return

But in the meantime I will relax

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