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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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