It’s very nearly like hate, that feeling of…almost.
A faint whiff of coffee as you open the door.
Not yet having taken a sip and knowing it won’t be worth it. Almost.
It curls in your tummy, a bee in a jar, a brief introduction
To a character you’ve barely met, dreading the moment you
Turn the first page and get your heart broken; almost.
That moment of vulnerability, lying in wait, poised to take,
Feeling as if either your own trembling or his welcomed advance
Will shatter you. Almost.
I understand them, adrenaline junkies, almost.
The humming beneath my skin that lets me know
That almost it will be mine. Almost it will be over.
One thought on “Anticipation”
So on point.