I’ve been waiting for what feels like, days.
How time is eternal, and what a shape-shifter.
Did I hurt you?
Was it bad timing?
Do you hate me?
Has all of this time become for naught?
You on my mind. All day.
My heart is in anticipation.
Making up a multitude of endings.
She will say this.
No, she will yell.
No, she will ignore me forever.
You have carved your name on these last 5 years.
The longest I’ve ever had.
I hope it hurts.
I hope I’ve made a dent.
I hope you tear up like I did.
An hour glass.
Delicate. Smash. Cut.
I am afraid.
I am excited.
I am waiting for this chapter to end.
Please be Grace. Please be Glorious.