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Anticipation.

patience is not a virtue i possess.
i’ve found, though, that when it’s necessary –
when there’s something truly extraordinary waiting –
that it’s easier than i’d imagined.
it’s simpler because for some reason i believe
in all the things you said, without question.
it’s something about the calm of your voice
and the sweet and serious of your eyes
that makes me feel warm.
like i’m wrapped in a blanket on the lawn
in a cool July, knowing that soon the
most brilliant fireworks will light up the sky.