The Waiting (A Poem)

/ Katie

It’s the waiting that’s the worst –
Sleepless nights watching the phone,
willing it to ring,
or better not to.
Those nights aren’t quiet.
They’re sitting alone in the silent dark and
wondering
wondering
wondering
what comes next.
And then the most wrenching thought:
When?
When? When?
No good time.
No right moment.
Just this: The waiting
waiting
waiting
for the one thing you never wanted.

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  8. I know that feeling, it’s the worst. And even when the inevitable happens, it still shakes you up. You think you’re ready but part of you isn’t, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I really felt this poem.

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