I pace, thinking about all the possibilities.

The ticking clock teases me as her seconds pass,

And each hour draws me closer to a reality

Eagerly waiting to be revealed.

I see signs that mean a million things,

And a thousand “what ifs” flood my mind.

But I don’t give in to the uncertain air.

Instead, I hold on to faith that brings hope.

And hope succors me with her low hums,

While bringing warmth to my stone-cold skin.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden