waiting for you by Florence McCambridge

waiting for you

It wasn’t supposed to be this way

you weren’t supposed to be around

but you sent me a text

your plans have changed

Here’s the thing though

I just ordered a pizza

and waiting for it to arrive

is the best I’ve felt since I met you

So, maybe you shouldn’t come

I thought you’d be happy, you said

I am happy, I said, and I’m smiling

watching the delivery guy pull up

Florence McCambridge lives, writes, breathes, and contemplates in Toronto. She spends most of her time reading, baking, and chasing her dog, Finnegan, around the house. He likes to steal socks, that cheeky terrier. Florence has had work published in Sledgehammer Lit, Dead Housekeeping, and Twisted Endings. Twitter: @FlorenceMcC

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