She plays the waiting game.
Sat there in the stuffy car,
her ears tingling.
Collapsing under the deafening silence.
She draws a breath
draws it with many thoughts.
Her eyelids droop heavily.
Beautiful, like two petals in bloom
She hasn't been there long until...
Until she grows old.
The minutes pass like lies off her lips,
her heart skips,
but to no avail.
Just a passing stranger.
Offering hope.
Offering footsteps.
Offering echoes.
But no thanks. Not today.
Heartache is hard to swallow.
Especially when each track you hear being laid
Could just be..
But it isn't.
She knows he is coming.
She feels it in her heart.
She plays the waiting game.
