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.