Waiting. Again with the waiting. Not the “getting on with you life” while you wait for something to happen, but the suspension of life because things are about to change.
I was certain Lisa would come home today, so I waited for the call. Calls came, and we had several conversations but not the one I was waiting for - the “come get me” call the “bring me home so we can get through this shit together” call - the “pour me a glass of whiskey” call...
It should come tomorrow. It should have come yesterday. But I’ll wait for now and will be grateful when it comes.
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