Waiting

Pressed up against the glass

Waiting to see you

I breathe in,

Count slowly, and breathe again.

A car drives past

Then turns

Into the driveway two houses down.

A soft mumble behind me

From the television;

I will keep waiting,

Breathing steadily,

Until the garden gate swings open

And you come home.

 

 

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