The Wait
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

You took me into your life and you left.
September comes and goes, taking nothing but another celebration with it. I rubbed the dirt off on my hips looking towards the holly bush guarding the threshold to our home to see if you are coming home. Sooner or later, you’d bobbed up and down and turned to look at me with a grin.
Five years ago, they took down the tall trees on the opposite side of the road where the house…


