The Waiting Game
She waited for you
She watched the clock
Slowly ticking, tick, tock
She held hope in her heart
This was her new start,
The man of her dreams
Or so you seemed
She waited for you
She thought one
might become two
Gin was her solace
Alone in the darkness
She waited for you
Tear stained face
At the thought of your embrace
She had her dreams
Of her ideal scene
Her and you
Just you two
She waited !
Submitted to Magpie Tales where the picture was used for a prompt
I hope she didn't wait too long!
ReplyDeleteI hope her waiting is not in vain ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
ReplyDeletewe both had similar thoughts on this one!!...pass the gin!!...x
ReplyDeleteSo much of life is comprised of waiting...
ReplyDeleteIs this person worth waiting for? Not if they are very late. Thank you for sharing this, Kez. I enjoyed the anticipation.
ReplyDeleteand how long do you wait...how long does hope last....waiting is the worst....at least for me...
ReplyDeletei love the flow of it! :)
ReplyDeletethis got me a little.I've been this women once to many times. well done
ReplyDeleteI wonder if she's still there, still hoping.
ReplyDeleteI hope the wait materializes in her favor :-)
ReplyDeleteWe’ve all been there! Unless he’d been run over by a bus he’d better have a very good excuse - otherwise he’s just another selfish ‘person’. Well done for conjuring this feeling up.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I would have made it scotch! Nice write.
ReplyDeletepoignant my friend
ReplyDeletehope you are well
thanks for your visit
hugs!!!
I think (if I were her) she would still be waiting if she had to....great writing!
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this gal. I'm still waiting. :o/
ReplyDeletedone that for a long time... part two is my take... hehehe... nice write!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Sounds like he never showed. :-( hopefully someone better came along!
ReplyDeleteA well written poem Kez! It sounds like your character has been hurt in the past, and is hoping that this guy will be her true soulmate and faithful. But your sad and moving words sounds like she may have picked a bad one, once again, who is leaving her in her dismal solitude. Hence the gin bottle for comfort. I think you told the story extremely well, and you can empathize with the character putting all her hopes into a dream of the perfect relationship, and how the reader wishes that she won't be left alone for too long. I think any guy who would leave a beautiful lady waiting, like the one in this picture, cannot be a real man at all. Let's hope she picks right, next time, and a happy ending ensures. Perhaps, an idea for a sequel poem! : ) Much Love Paul OXOXOXOXOXO
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