Poem #4: Waiting

She stands in the rain, waiting

It starts to storm, but she’s determined

The harsh wind blows, her umbrella no longer in tact,

She puts on her hood and embraces the cold.


Hours pass, people look and whisper

She leans against the building, hope slightly fading.


The sun sets, the sky, bright orange

A slight breeze blows over the moistened street

A chill fills the air.


She nods off, all hope lost.

She wakes as she feels a tap on her shoulder

It’s him, with a rose and sincere apology

He hugs her tight and says how much he loves her


Still a bit distraught, she hugs him back and kisses him,

a sign of forgiveness, a sign of true love…


That one special person is worth waiting for.






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