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Spadina Literary Review  —  edition 28 page 08



by Ivanka Fear

You have no idea
Absolutely none.

Pacing back and forth
Pulse racing
Opening the front door
Sense of impending doom
Looking at the clock
Throbbing in my ears
Picking up the phone
Throat closing in
Staring out the window
Overwhelming panic
Watching for headlights
Heart beating wildly
Checking my texts
Can't catch my breath

You have no idea
Zip, zilch, nada.
Not a clue.

Wondering what to do
Waiting anxiously for you
Trying to stay calm
Feeling like I'm dying
Hoping for the best
Expecting the worst
Wishing you were here

You have no idea
You just don’t realize.