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