Anticipation decapitates
my breath’s rhythm
my mind’s tracks
as I stand on the sidewalk
frozen, staring at the world
stumbling by…
As my heart raced,
my mind piled
a million an one pebbles
all poised to pulverize my heart
at a no-show
Why give hope, Love?
If love can’t be gained?
At some point,
my anticipation boils over
and I find myself bursting
from frozen to fidgeting
just waiting here for you
In this moment,
I’m starved of any sense
shivering in fear
that I’ll walk home the fool
my memories dubbed me to be
I can’t be another number,
suffocating
under the banner of lost causes
I can’t… I won’t…
So, I wait
hoping you’ll appear
behind the approaching road sweeper
Swish… Wish…
Swish… Wish…
— by anntidote —
Date written: 2023
Sketch by Anntidote [July 25, 2025]