Waited.

And just to think, I left the rest of my life right there. At that sharp intake of breath, and the crushing quiet that came after. 

Instead, I wake to the same old dreams and sip coffee with my longing. I think of how different it would’ve been if not for foreboding. 

And just to think, I left the rest of my life right there. How about an exhale, I wonder. How about a sound.