when you look up and see it's still not there
disappointment changing your face
frowned brows
checking every hour to see if it's there
those that hope and wish by night
and check their doorsteps come dawn
As empty as the night before
turning back in a sigh
teaching the heart pessimism
worshipping empty expectation
elaborating the complaint
Garnering comfortable sympathy
then on that auspicious day
the cardboard box lays across your porch
Covered in labels and stickers
urgency has you rip the door out from it's hinges
The face open with surprise and disbelief
the arms and hands lunge in to peel back the cardboard
That wonderful light emanating from the face disappears
as you tear into an empty box a cruel baffling hoax
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