Most times I’d tell you interesting facts
about ketchup / painters / space or
Japan / coins / pregnant giraffes
but sometimes I didn’t talk at all
sometimes for a long time
but still you’d wait
and wait
still
with the patience of a saint
until I came back
until I came back to tell you that
there’s a treasure chest containing $1million
buried somewhere in the Rocky Mountains
and then I’d get excited because I’d decided
that we absolutely had to find it
but then I’d cry because you’d remind me
that American would never let us in
and then the silence would begin
but still you’d wait
and wait
still
with the patience of a saint
until I came back to you.
Originally published by Sledgehammer Literary Journal (July 2021)
I love your words! They’re always so relatable. X
<3 <3
To find that certain someone who is willing to, wait for you is, truly, very, rare…