I wonder when I will stop pausing and listening to see if it's your vehicle coming up the hill.
I wonder when I will stop holding my breath when turning onto my street, imagining your vehicle parked out front.
I wonder when I will stop glancing at my phone, dreaming of seeing your name pop up on a phone call.
I wonder when I will stop wanting to speak to you when I have good news to share.
I wonder when I will stop allowing you so much space within my heart and mind.
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Chaotically Organized Part 1
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Part 1: 2020 - December 2024...
