there were just things
I never understood,
couldn’t figure out.

I had expectations.
very,
below the surface
expectations.

expectations
that only revealed themselves in
retrospect

not entitlements – expectations

or,
are they one in the same?
no,
there are nuances
at play,
certain shades
of gray.

gradations
of
expectations

that quietly congregate
and slowly
drip
off

leaving you to wonder
what happened.

wondering
why you cannot see
what
was surely meant
to be.

expectations

like seeds planted
seem to grow
long past the time
when one comes to know

that is all they are

like a wish
upon a star

that faded long ago
yet it’s light
is only reaching you
now