The Wait

Don't wait by the phone.

I am caught red-handed, as in checking-your-read-receipts-handed,

the stars see all or maybe I am just that predictable,

that cliche that my horoscope gets it right.

I can't help it, I'm hooked.

Missing you has me glued to the phone,

jumping to check my notifications at phantom vibrations.

You text back apologies for hours-long gaps in replies,

and I don't doubt you know exactly how it gets to me,

but it's okay, the words come out with zero hesitation,

you will always be worth the wait.

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This poem was inspired by my daily horoscope, as published by Co—Star on November 29, 2024.