She Sits and Waits

Someone close to me at the time, made me feel foolish for waiting on them to show they cared.

She sits , head low, heart heavy.
Completely different from the girl sitting there seconds earlier.
That girl who was filled with excitement, all happy and eager to see him.
To be able to hold him close to her, embracing the warm feeling of love that he washes over her.
Her excitement, and eagerness only eggs on her hope.
The hope to be with him again. To spend time that seems to stop upon his arrival, with the one she would do anything for.
She sits and waits.
Phone clutched in anxious hands.
Stomach filled with butterflies.
Though she sits quietly, she screams within.
She screams for his touch
She screams for his voice to reach her ears
She screams for his lips, to melt her into him.
She screams for his love.
In that moment of waiting. She no longer wants him, she needs him.
All walls are down.
Her heart is open
Vulnerable
Something she is scared of
vulnerability
That which seems foolish, a invitation to pain.
Yet she sits
And she waits.
Soon time , as it does best, pass.
With it her hope, goes lower and lower
No reassuring word comes
No words that will set her at ease
Nothing
Vulnerability wins
And then she sits no longer that girl she was moments earlier
Now feeling ashamed
Now feeling foolish
She sits
Head low
Heart heavy

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[F Jerry]

In a word< "WOW" Your poem brought tears to my eyes. Tears mixed of the Love I am missing with my wife, tears of sadness for the mistake I made that lead me to losing her. I miss her terribly.

I loved your poem. It really touched me. Please keep writing.

[Sierra D3]

Please accept my apology for a delay in reply to your review,
Your words mean a lot to me, never has someone made a deep connection with one of my poems before. I wish you the best, and thank you for taking your time to send me such kind words.

[HareRama]

I enjoyed it. I've been in the same seat.