Oh destiny,
I was waiting so quiet and
with so much patience
that you must have walked right by me.
For I have been sitting on this bench
the entirety of my existence.
Silent and polite,
desperate and longing,
counting the days as they too
walk on by.
Perhaps you didn’t recognize me,
or I looked too much like someone
you had assisted earlier,
but I will wait here still.
one day you’ll turn around
one day you’ll extend your fingers in invitation.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017