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You text I’m on my way— ETAs in soft gray. Barcode beep—halfway; tape edge, acrid-sweet, won’t stay. Porch light blinks; I refresh. Your soon tastes sweet—I second-guess. Scan the code. Hit the road. Name the mode. Drop the load. Are you on your way? Say okay—stay. You send a tracking string; it ticks, but nothing rings. Label made—the waiting thing. Kettle clicks; I refresh again. Status jumps arriving late, slips back; we joke. I wait. Clear the air. Be right there. If you care, make it fair. Are you on your way? Say okay—stay. Hold line. Green sign. Door chime. Right time. Are you on your way? Say okay—stay. Doorbell rings; dusk turns gold. You’re here for real; I let go—hold.
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You text “I’m on your way” ETAs in soft gray A barcode kiss halfway You tape the hope but not all the way Porch light blinks, I refresh Your soon sounds sweet, I second-guess Scan the code On the road Say the mode Drop the load Are you on your way Say okay, stay You send a number string It stalls, it does not ring “Label made,” everything My patience learns to sing Status reads “arriving late” We joke out loud, I still wait Clear the air Be right there If you care Make it fair Are you on your way Say okay, stay Hold line Green sign Door chime Right time Are you on your way Say okay, stay Doorbell rings, dusk goes gold You’re here for real, I let go and hold
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