eager...
excited...
bundling up inside me..
for a small token from a very special person
to come through that stretched box in the door to be ripped open.

1 day...
2 days...
3 and 4...
where has my butterflies gone,
my tummy empty of excitement which fuels.

finally,
metal clanks;
SNAP
and paper wades down the red oak door
to the ignorantly tranquil floor. and as it flutters down,
it resembles the last fleeting heartbeats of an old women
who I once called grandma.