Waiting
WAITING
He waited his lifetime for her;
she was just waiting for a bus.
It was raining so he offered his umbrella;
she took it and left it by her door on a hook.
“It leaked”, she said, not wanting to give it back.
His heart leaked through his eyes.
For the promise of her sunshine he waited;
all she brought was rain.
Now winter has frozen the bus stop;
it is cold, dry and empty.
He no longer waits;
she is no longer wet.
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