As if this time would be any different. I saw Disappointment lingering, loitering even, holding an invitation unsolicited. And together, we waited on you. Like we always do. Waiting. For the impossible. Prepared for the inevitable, yet ready for the unexpected. But just like always, you were missing inaction. Only this time Disappointment did not stay the night, because there was no room. Just as there is no longer any room left for you. And I will wait for you no more.
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