For you I sit motionless,
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my thoughts busy enough for all.
You are late again,
waiting for the dreaded call.
In a sick place and space,
fear turns suddenly to wrath.
For the slam of your car door,
waiting for your steps up front path.
In silence, in doubt of my fortune,
I create all scenarios of doom.
Passing the time playing that game,
waiting for you to walk in the room.
My anger slowly shifts into love,
my soul-mate please come home to me.
My one and only on this earth,
waiting for you, where could you be?
I fell panicked and helpless,
needing your voice to calm my fear.
A car door slam, steps and a voice,
all fear is forgotten, you are here.
Into the house, your voice loud,
demanding your dinner and a drink.
Going on about work and the long drive,
why did I worry, why do I even bother to think?
Freedom is living life without needing perfection