It’s almost nine at night
I’ve left the door unbolted
You will walk in any minute now
It's almost time to go to bed
I’m tired of sitting, waiting for you
When will you come home my dearest?
It’s almost midnight
And I’ve given up hope
Is that a car I hear
And the slam of the door
Are you home?
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Written for CCC # 194, hosted by Crispina Kemp
#Keepitalive
#CCC
Keep it alive 
❤
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Waiting is filled with anxiety.
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Yes, very true. Thanks Lakshmi
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You’ve captured the anxiety of waiting for someone perfectly, Sadje. Beautifully done.
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Thanks a lot Joyce
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You’re welcome, Sadje!
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💜💖
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Great poem.
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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Touching and powerful, Sadje. 💕👏👏👏💕
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Thank you so much Grace
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My pleasure 💕
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💞
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Waiting is painful
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Oh yes, if it’s. Thanks
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Beautifully expressed
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Thanks a lot Shashi
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oh I remember those days of waiting for the kids! 💖💖
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I do too. Very anxious time
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Dedicated to everyone who has ever waited for someone to finally arrive 😀 I think that’s pretty much everyone.
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Yes, pretty much everyone. Thanks
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Well written
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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Welcome
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Love the suspense created Sadje. Waiting for a loved one to arrive home is not easy. I feel that sense of expectation in your words too. Really well done Sadje.
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Thank you so much Suzette
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A pleasure. You are most welcome 💐
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Beautiful, Sadje. I remember working late nights like this once, was very hard for everyone.
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Thanks Jeff. Yes waiting is hard specially at night.
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Most welcome, Sadje. Always. It is hard for sure.
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Great lines!!
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Thanks Vidah
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wow, well done, Sadje! I enjoyed this poem 🙂
(although 9:00 PM is a super early bedtime!)
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Oh I see! The wait started at 9pm and went on.
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😀
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❤️
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Such a touching poem, Sadje! You’ve perfectly captured the trepidation and hope that people feel when they wait for someone to get home.
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Thank you so much Shruthi
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My mom used to wait for my dad before he retired. She said she got it from my grandma who would also stay up late to wait on my grandpa. ❤️
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Aww, a lovely tradition
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So emotional ❤️
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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Home at last. A lovely poem, Sadje.
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Thanks a lot Keith
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Waiting for someone is a very loving gesture of care❤
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It sure is. It’s also a very anxious time if someone is late. Thanks
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Indeed. Welcome❤
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🙏🏼
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💞
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The later it gets the more I think something bad has happened… you put that worry in here well.
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Same here. Thanks Leigha
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You’re welcome.
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💝
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This reminds me of the detective shows I watch… They often say; “Don’t wait up.”
But it is hard not to!
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Yes, it’s hard not to.
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Beautiful. You write simple yet appealing poems.
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You’re very kind. Thanks
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Oh, to clock-watch, the agony of that. And always the fear that death is near 😊😊😊
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Thanks Crispina.
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