Hours yet of peeling petals of the marigold nobody can see.
Still awaiting, seeing glimmers of hope and a break in the clouds.
And I'm terrified it won't be me. What would anyone expect?
I'm terrified not to be the match of he who comes across though my aimless ramblings.
Then, I remember we already met. The fear should be baseless.
Bear it and grin, boy.
Bear it and grin.
I'll be there.
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