staring at laminated infographics plastered around the doctor’s offices;
staring at our phones, holding our breath and hoping to receive a text.
rereading the inspirational poster stuck to the ceiling, hoping the dentist’s drilling will end soon;
counting down the days to the next holiday, the next vacation, the next party.
for that person we like to say something first.
til the alcohol kicks in before we admit to our feelings.
until they’re gone to tell them how we feel.
Better to wait for the right time,
wouldn’t want to look stupid.