Monday, December 17, 2012

tell me it'll be the end of this.

I sit tonight and wait for tomorrow.





Tomorrow we will go to get his final scan.

1030.



For months I have known the date and the time.

I have waited.

I have wanted.



But now, I dread it.



Tomorrow we know.


Tomorrow we have answers.






Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow I stop holding my breath.

Maybe tomorrow the anxiety will lessen.

Maybe tomorrow I will say "that's what was wrong"

Maybe tomorrow it'll all go away.


Maybe tomorrow the pause stops.



Maybe.



Dear god.


Maybe.