Waiting For Pat
She was waiting for Pat to come around.
To figure out that she was the one to be found.
He left with dollies on his arm, to the boats.
She did not mind, he was sowing his oats.
I will always be here, she thought, and rightly so.
She had nowhere else to be, nowhere to go.
Other men invited her to do this and that.
But she was saving herself for her friend Pat.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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