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Broken Anticipation

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It’s her eighth year of life
When she seems him again.
Her stomach twists
And a grin etches across her face.
She wonders if he remembers her.
He’s collecting crayons
From all of her classmates.

He’s going down her aisle.

She stands and waits, patiently.
Blue crayon clutched tightly.
But he simply never comes her way.

It’s her middle school years
And her addiction is a fervent as ever.
He’s having a birthday party,
Her friends tell her,
Practically the entire sixth grade is invited.
He’s passing out invitations in the hallway.

He’s nearing her locker.

She stands and waits, patiently.
Books fastened to her chest.
But he simply never comes her way.

It’s her high school prom.
It physically aches just looking at him.
She’s next to the wall
With the rest of the dateless crowd.
He’s there too, seemingly partner-less.
He looks in her direction.
Her pulse races.

He’s walking towards the wall.

She stands and waits, patiently.
Plastic cup shaking.
But he simply never comes her way.

It’s her twenty-fifth year since birth.
She believes she’s much wiser now.
He’s been sent off to war
But is due back that day.
She fidgets nervously at the thought of him.
Today she would do it.
After two decades, she’d confess her feelings
And inform him of his forgotten memories.

She’s on his doorstep.

She stands and waits, patiently.
Diary tucked closely under arm.
But he simply never comes her way.

It’s a sunny day
And she’s dressed in black.
The sight of his coffined body
Gives her a whole new type of chills.
The other guests question
Her identity and presence.
She pays them no heed
And stares at the freshly carved stone.

She stands and waits.

Out into the crowded graveyard
Someone carries a radio set.
The emergency siren is going off.
A bombing is about to take place.
The mourners rush to shelters.
But she doesn’t follow.
She looks up at the newly plane-spotted sky,
Tear streaks and all,
And smiles.

She stands and waits, patiently.
Hands relaxed and resting at her sides.
This time, she’s going his way.





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