*This poem was anonymously submitted by one of our readers.
I’ve been expecting you.
Even though I delayed your arrival countless times,
I am finally ready to meet you.
What is it like where you’re from?
How often do you have tea with your mother?
Do you get lonely sometimes?
I don’t do this very often.
People like you scare me.
I want to love you.
What do you dream about at night?
How long have you been longing for me?
Do I make you happy?
You scare me.
Don’t look at me like that.
I’m not used to being loved.