to the knot in my stomach,
more frequent now,
as days are passing
fast.
Always wanting
to be ready,
to have my parents walk in,
smiling because I am sitting
and for once,
it isn't on their living room sofa,
but all mine;
because there's no more
banging heads over
final decisions made
as we have become
who we
will be forever.
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