Sitting on winter’s stoop
With dodging expectations
I watch days pass like breath
Billowing into smoke on the cold air
Chilly and waiting
For satisfaction
And as I sit, the sun pokes out
And warm rays dance across my knees
And I smile for I know them well
And I love them deeply
But when they leave, it’s as if I’ve forgotten
As I continue to sit with baited breath
For satisfaction to come
Oof, yes. This is real and relatable and sad and hopeful all at once. Thank you for articulating and sharing this.
-LS