There is no drug quite like
anticipation.
Time slows to a crawl —
Your heart doesn’t get the memo.
Thoughts race
time drags onward
your stomach is full
of dread
and excitement
Co-existing there until
DING
The bread is done,
Or the company has arrived
and All of those feelings you felt before
Cease to exist
That relief and the forgetting
are The pay off for your patience
the outcome itself
Good or bad
does not matter;
The satisfaction of surviving anticipation is a reward of its own.
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