ImpatientA Poem by Christine Gaoto snoopyImpatient, impatient, impatient. If you’re here, I want you now. And I’m so scared you’ll grow tired of me, I’m afraid another would walk past, And your eyes follow. If I take too long, would you leave? Maybe I’m not impatient, But insecure That you’ll find someone better, And leave me behind. © 2024 Christine GaoAuthor's Note
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