Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Anticipating

I am anticipating the sounds, the tiny beeps that would mean you remembered.

I am anticipating the scent, the whiff of your perfume that means you're near.

I am anticipating the heat, the sensation of your touch which means you are with me.
I am anticipating...the unreality that embodies all that is you.

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Panic

It's creeping in. I am worried. My anxiety is picking up.  Please