I Will Wait, Right?

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60426
United States
41° 36' 44.0388" N, 87° 39' 11.4516" W

I sit patiently waiting for you to get here. Why do you keep me waiting? On my skin I feel the sun’s rays, blanketing me in faux warmth, whose real counterpart I can only feel once you get here. Yet still I wait. Why am I still waiting? Figures walk by forcing me to rock and roll in my seat to get a better glimpse at the shadow of the one I think is you, but am always mistaken. So I continue to wait. Tick tock, tick tock; I hear the clock chiming away inside. I’ve counted the ticks and memorized the tocks, and yet still I don’t move. Vines have begun to make my ankles their home, twisting and twirling to become restricting ropes on my feet. Their thorns prick my taut skin stinging me with their stubborn bitterness that keeps them attached to my feet; but I don’t care. I‘d sit here forever if it meant you would just get here. Some hollow shells have stumbled upon my hiding place impersonating you with smooth words and soft coos, but they can’t fool me. I’m gonna keep waiting until you get here……..I think? The years have gone by and I’ve watched my neighbors tear away their vines and disappear out of my sight to never return, but I can’t leave here. This place, this place is my home and I won’t leave until you get here………right? The vines have grown to swallow my entire place of solace making me wonder, will you be able to find me? Their tight grip is starting to suffocate me; a python taking down its kill. I have to make it through for if I’m not here when you get here, my wait will be in vain. I feel the strength returning to my limbs willing me to fight my jagged chains. I can’t continue to wait. The vines have over powered me; I live now to appease them and keep them close. They mean home, at least that’s what I thought. I’ve waited so long you should’ve been here by now. I tear at my restraints ripping them at the root preventing their return. My hands burn as I claw at these thorny restraints. I grab the last piece tossing it behind me. Blood rushes to my legs; my feet start to hum with the rhythm of liquid running through stiff unmoving veins. I will find you, because where I was you never would’ve found me.

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