It has been four
days after;
Idly I sit by my
phones
Waiting for the
sound of Big Sean
To announce a
caller.
Anxious for the
beep of a message
Not from the
Network
Offering promises
of elusive bonuses
But from him.
To tell me he was
shy
And he missed me mildly.
To assure me
that I'm not mad.
All the while
wondering
"What is
wrong with me?"
It has been four
days since the first kiss,
Four days since I
last felt real butterflies,
Four days since
anyone dared,
Four days since a
burning of that kind.
Four days since... After a year.
In my mind I have
played
The tape of a
conversation.
Rehearsed the
first words I shall utter
Speculating
whether to be coy or nah
To display anger
or nonchalance.
Still unsure as to
my preferred reactions
I have prepared
myself to sound
Like a lady
To pretend I have
been unexpectant
Like I'm not
lonely.
All the while ignoring reality,
Willing myself to
believe
To have faith
And hold a shred
of hope
That it wasn't
just it
And that he is not
like all of you.
Not a
disappointment
Like the past
attempts.
Praying he isn't
another reason
To not try
anymore.
Nkem
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