Turn Time Until Our Anniversary Arrives

Turning Time Arriving at our Anniversary.. Time teases and takes its’ own sweet time to torment me Whilst I perfect a pout, practice patience and remain plagued I count, chant, collect, create and call for calm, I cast out chaos I search for signs that signal, spell out and summon new seasons Choosing only to celebrate when the cycle is complete Mandatory movements map out motions in minute milestones Somehow I am still stung scarred stained by our spell of a story Restless I religiously resort to rituals to restore some reason Keeping calm and collected I complete the calibration of my calendar I work through the waiting, I start to welcome it in Come on come on come on, come on now, come round now, come round Our appointment, the event, our occasion, our anniversary eventually arrives Making this moment a mandatory milestone of a memory in the official past I waited and wished, deep in the deceit of my denial, I wished time away