She sat, listening to love songs and pondering when and where and why.
She sat, listening, because that’s all she ever did. She only ever sat and watched and wondered what could happen. What should be happening.
Everyone said to wait: wait, be patient, your day will come.
And she’s waiting.
And she’s waiting.
And she’s waiting but it’s wearing her thin.
And she’s waiting but everyday it’s getting harder.
And she’s been waiting all of her young life but as it seems, she’s waiting for nothing.
She sat, so angry at love, loneliness, life, but still waiting.
Monday, January 1, 2007
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