There is a wildness in her eyes. She is bustling around. Her laughter twinkles, infectious. She talks way too fast, tongue and teeth and lips tripping over the words. You can feel the exuberance bouncing off her, shiny like an apple. This is Ms. M when she visits.
I miss her. She hasn’t been to visit in months, and I miss her. I wonder what we’ll be doing when she next comes. I have all these grand plans sitting on the backburner. Fun things we can do together. Great things we can achieve together. Moments we can be together.
Waiting, just waiting for Ms. M to drop by.
Waiting for Godot.