Imagine

If all of the things you were looking forward to, had planned for, and rehearsed in your head like a favorite movie ending,

Proms, and trips, 

Concerts, and work milestones,

Tournaments, and

Graduations.

Imagine...
Those events: cancelled.

Then, the things you'd started to let go of, like;

Dinner together, at home,

Impromptu back rubs and “meet you on the deck” happy hours,

Neighbors who formerly tossed a wave, having actual social-distanced conversations,

Teenagers sharing their unhurried views,

You doing more listening than talking (now there was plenty of time for both).

Imagine...
Those pieces: found.

And through it all, the waiting.

Some days anxious,

Other days content,
Most days caught in between.

The whole time knowing  

going back

to the unknown, altered, strange

Waiting World
would be an honor

because not everyone would.

Imagine...
All of that?