I can stop here.
To look back for a second.
At the worry.
The anxiety.
The longing,
The yearning
To be in this exact moment.
Time stretching on and on,
A year, a century, an age.
Counting down
The months, the days, the hours.
All to this.
Right now.
Waiting, enduring...
For relief, closure, finality.
Maybe even pride.
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