Expectations hurt
They are unfathomable monsters
That evaporate in one gesture
That brings back the present
For a time.

Surprises are loathed
But wrongly since a
Proper surprise
Allows no apprehension
All fears are real
And immediate.

Lungs pull in and push out
By instinct
And mostly unnoticed;
Expectations take command
Tell them to stop
They don’t know better.

We are left empty and
Desperate, hurt
Not knowing that the present
Is lost with our air.

If we think to breathe in
Our fears won’t be there.


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