For All Those Who Have Been Waiting
to open the champagne, dusty with patience. To drink the desert. Bite the neck of someone new. To quit the job, the man, the lie you swig from every winter. The standstill traffic of excuse. Tomorrow is always so hungry. Sometimes, even your own life forgets to call you back. The sun sets somewhere warmer and teal. Maybe the trick is believing enough to keep opening—doors, prayers, avocados, arms, and elevators. To keep pushing the loud button of want, until the future becomes a dance floor beneath your feet.
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I've tried capturing these exact feelings for years in my writing.. this hits deep. I guess, yes, the trick is to keep believing enough to open those doors, right? And yet.... thanks for this poem.
i've been trying to figure out what the heck to say because i've had this page open in a tab since it was posted. only occasionally do i get a poem that i'm not just appreciating the form or cleverness of. one that really digs in deep. perhaps it's the brevity, the succinct splash of liquid words that flow so cleanly. perhaps it's the dedication to an experience we've all had, of denying ourselves a joy in pursuit of what? a second marshmallow? i still haven't really said any of what i feel about this poem. it rules. love it. pinning it to my wall high school locker style.