someday soon you will wake up to find that i have been here all this time. waiting, knowing, becoming. sometimes, i grow tired of this process, and while i am waiting (it seems, for nothing), knowing (only my aloneness), becoming (more cynical by the day) it is only the thought of you that sustains me. and then i am back on our path again. hopefully, this one will take me to you.
while i walk under our trees and sing myself our songs, i will look furtively at everyone i come across and hope to see your face, and even though today i thought i saw you, but didn't, i know. one of these days i will look into the distance and i will know - each step will be ready, each glance will be sticky, and i will no longer care that i keep smelling like food and not flowers or that everyone else is looking at the silly girl with the big grin doing all but running, and i will look into your eyes and see home.
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