Waiting

[paulhope]

Now I am waiting. They'll (she'll) be here any minute. I've been listening carefully to her voice, as she tells me that they are going to go get coffee, as she tells me that she's found the directions on-line, for some hint of what is to come. But her voice sounds completely flat--or rather, with the precise sing-song of an any-conversation. It says nothing, so I sit here trapped as I have been for, I suppose, a long time--ripped apart by hoping for the best and fearing the worst.

Uncertainty is the second most terrible thing.