The wait

by joetwo

There is a frog in my throat as I wait

The butterflies are doing laps and my legs take on the consistency of jelly

I am in a state of mild panic

The uncertainty of what awaits fills my thoughts

The build-up of what seems like countless days adds to the growing sense of dread

How will it go? Will we get on?

I haven’t a clue, I don’t know the future.

Everyone who passes could be her, would I be able to tell?

I am standing in the world but locked in my own thoughts

My face is to the ground when I hear a voice directed to me “hello!”

Is this her? It must be! The tide of uncertainty have reached their ebb.

The wait is over, I lift my head, To see, to find out, what comes next.