4.30pm

It's 4.25pm.

You should be here soon.

"Just another five minutes"

I tell myself,

sat alone on a worn park bench.

Soon it's 4.30pm,

the time you said you'd arrive.

I wait

and              

I wait

and   

I wait.

It's 4.38pm.

I feel a tear free-fall

down my left cheek with nothing to stop it.

What did I do wrong again?

You couldn't spare a minute,

a short call,

to tell me you couldn't make it.

Why did you lie to me?

You're just like everyone else.

And suddenly the tears cascade

like a waterfall

with nothing

to stop them.

The only  

comfort is the

unforeseen

touch of a hand

across my back.

"What's wrong?"

It's 4.39pm.

You're here. 

Reviews

[Stephen]

I hate when demons put the angels on wait, angels ain't made to put 'em on wait but keeping 'em all into the heats as a beat.

Anyway, tears don't look good in beautiful eyes so, don't roll 'em down your beautiful face. This poem's a bit personal that came from your own real life and here I can see and feel all your emotions and pain but love as well. Am glad your someone reached, thank God he didn't put you on wait much because I hate seeing angels with teary eyes.

Keep Writing!