I have been waiting for you. You told me "very soon." But I am losing track of time.
"Very soon," you said. But now my dish has been empty of both food and water. My stomach feels as if it is tying itself in knots. Occasionally, I hear it talk to me.
I watch for you. Ever hopeful. I remember the word, "soon," as it repeats over-and-over again in my head.
It is starting to drive me a bit bonkers. Each time I hear a noise at the door, I think it will be you, thinking that "soon" has arrived. I run back to the window to see if I missed something.
Soon I will give up. Soon I will forget. Soon I will die. Because I still wait for "soon?"
(Author's Note: This is an allegory. It was originally written for and posted on March 22, 2015 on Bubblews, and removed by author on March 29, 2015 for reprint at Persona Paper.)
© Coral Levang, 2015
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