Is that presence always doomed.
anticipation of entering another's
life. The hope of them entering yours.
The wait. Knowing effort could
crack the very time they linger.
The fear that distance will cause
opportunity to cease. The decision.
The stop light switches from green
to red. Never seeming to be a cautious
yellow light. Informing you to proceed
carefully.
The feeling is wondrous with wait.
dreary with slight fear, even trepidation.
quite...anticipating.
Hello there, you're familiar to me.
Did you know I exist. Or are you
yet to forget my face as well.
Will you stay in my life or will you fade too,
amongst all the others, old and new.
how wonky a feeling.
very...anticipating..
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Is that presence always doomed.
anticipation of entering another's
life. The hope of them entering yours.
The wait. Knowing effort could
crack the very time they linger.
The fear that distance will cause
opportunity to cease. The decision.
The stop light switches from green
to red. Never seeming to be a cautious
yellow light. Informing you to proceed
carefully.
The feeling is wondrous with wait.
dreary with slight fear, even trepidation.
quite...anticipating.
Hello there, you're familiar to me.
Did you know I exist. Or are you
yet to forget my face as well.
Will you stay in my life or will you fade too,
amongst all the others, old and new.
how wonky a feeling.
very...anticipating..
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