Full forgotten glass of anticipation
sitting on your bedside table
waiting for you to return
waiting for you to walk through the door
to rescue it from
the dust of the day
settling on its rim…
you see it
walk toward it
beads roll down its side
as it knows
soon it will be
in your hand
you carry it away
into the kitchen
unaware of the potent effect
you create within the glass filled with anticipation…
you empty it like it’s nothing
not knowing that it’s something
but the glass doesn’t mind
soon you’ll see your mistake
and come back for it
reach for it again
find it full once more…
but this time
you’ll know
that it’s everything…


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