Waiting

Waiting still...

Waiting

I stand silently, under the market clock

This is where we said we’d meet

Isn’t it?

Maybe I’m early

Maybe you’re late

I look up and down the street

In the distance, each girl I see could be you

As they near me I realise they are not

Only strangers

Maybe on their way to meet someone

Someone stood silently

Worrying

Wondering

Waiting...

Author's Note

Short. Sweet?

Reviews

[Nienor Niniel]

You related this snapshot of life so well in so few words. The emotions come through clear - the anxiety and the doubt. I like the open ending; does the other person show, or does the narrator give up and go home, or does he stand there til the end of time [hope springs eternal]?

[So Ensnared Truth]

Thanks, Nienor. I guess we'll never know if she showed up...