I said I’d write so here I am.
And though it’s on my schedule every week, I’m writing this because I have to. Because I said I would.
It’s almost 8:30PM where I am and I’m sitting at the edge of my bed waiting…
for a sign.
My love is on his way to the hospital to see his dad while I sit here waiting…
I look up at the gods that have created themselves.
What are these times? I ask, looking up at Ma.
What are these times?
I wonder what happens next and I dread I may get the same call soon enough on the other side of my life…
The numbers pass me by…
222…
1111…
5555…
I’m writing this and it’s not that late but I’m sitting at the edge of my bed with tired eyes waiting just waiting for a sign or call from the divine and I wish oh, I wish that we could get this over with.
And we could go home. And when they say shhh… it’s alright…
it will be. And it’ll be nice..
But for right now I’m here… just waiting..
..
-Natalia
