and wait
for tomorrow to begin.
the room is cold.
the walls are as white as
a wedding dress
without the promise.
you remember childhood.
and then
when it wasn't childhood.
what comes next
reminds you of the blank
page
in the back of a book.
you sit in the chair and listen
to nothing.
not even your heart
is loud enough
to fill your ears.
you are waiting.
it seems you have been waiting
for a long
time.
for what you aren't sure of,
but it feels
close.
it feels near.
you wait some more.
you sit in a chair.
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