Anxieties Climb
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You're worried he hasn't called
though he didn't say he would.
And wait for the phone to ring,
knowing he'd call if he could.
You peer out of the window
once more for the hundredth time.
And when there is still no sign,
anxieties start to climb.
You wonder why; he's so late,
maybe it's a traffic jam.
Or perhaps he's at some bar,
and just doesn't give a damn!
He'd better have an excuse
or head home on the double.
Yet you pray that he isn't
in any sort of trouble.
All is quickly forgotten
as he pulls into the drive.
And you greet him with a kiss,
thankful he's home; and alive.
(Quatrain)
9/25/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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