Awaiting (September 11, 2018)

I sit, sipping warmth
As the morning sun falls across the stairs
You are arriving soon, but not yet here
I wait to see you
To meet you
This house, made to be a home,

Quiet

Waiting

Full, but empty without you
Our final piece
The familial puzzle nearly complete
The picture on the box finally visible

We wait

I gulp the remaining life from my mug
I watch the shadows play across the room
The marching band, in the distance,
Heralding your arrival
Unwitting messengers of fate

I listen for your knock at the door
The telltale struggle to enter

Still I wait
In silence
But soon
Soon

I wait

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