The Anticipation by Scott Marchand
The man sits at a small cafe
Breathing heavy, heart beating strong
Thinking of just what he should say
Wondering what exactly could go wrong
He loves this woman, he knows that well
Whether she feels the same for him,
or if these words will serve to repel,
is the reason he's gone on this limb
She'll walk in, and the heads will turn
She'll give him a kiss, and take her seat
His stomach is making an audible churn
Life without her is incomplete
He tells her, things won't be the same
Their lives have just been set aflame
Breathing heavy, heart beating strong
Thinking of just what he should say
Wondering what exactly could go wrong
He loves this woman, he knows that well
Whether she feels the same for him,
or if these words will serve to repel,
is the reason he's gone on this limb
She'll walk in, and the heads will turn
She'll give him a kiss, and take her seat
His stomach is making an audible churn
Life without her is incomplete
He tells her, things won't be the same
Their lives have just been set aflame
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This is my first entry into the world of poetry after writing short fiction and newspaper articles. It was written as a homecoming gift for my girlfriend, who was coming home from the hospital after major surgery. Writing this helped with my fear about her situation and with how much I missed her.
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I know how you must feel for i am in a similare pardicament as your fiend. I as well have a problem and am trying to deal with it but it is just so hard. I cant imagine what your going through but I know that things can only get better. I loved the poem. It reminded me of how i feel. Thank you. - Cassie |
