I miss the anticipation.
The anticipation of a new day,
A new week,
A new month,
A new season.
I miss the anticipation.
Of a friend's company,
Of the unexpected,
Of spontaneity,
Of normalcy.
I miss you.
Love, K
January 25, 2021
I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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