Waiting
Through the window he peered
And every car that passed by his house he’d jump from the couch
And open the door, ready to embrace his lady love
Many cars passed by and many times the door was opened
Then he started walking from sunrise to sunset the city
In hopes that he would see her
At the market perhaps, driving by, or on foot just taking a stroll
Underneath his eyes started getting dark
He lost his appetite and commenced to lose weight
He thought to himself, if only he could see her everything would be okay
Inside his house dust began to cover his shelves
Outside his house mail and circulars covered his porch
He needed help and he needed it ASAP
One night after driving around all day in his city and nearby cities too
He drove home, sat on his couch and fell asleep
In his dream someone knocked on the his door, than rang the doorbell
He ran to the door, brushed off his pants and shirt and ran his fingers through his hair
In hopes that it was his lady love
It was the mail carrier
He was holding a certified letter
He signed it and closed the door
Sat down hurriedly and just as he was about tear it open
Someone else was at the door, this time he went to the door
Without expectation and it was
It was………
Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2016
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