she sits alone on the steps
of her broken home
waiting
and wondering
as if time just stopped
with each car that passed
hopes would rise
and quickly fall again
she lost count of the hours
that went by
and fragments
of that little girl
are still sitting on those steps
waiting
and wondering
sometimes
she can still hear
the cars passing by
and the emptiness that follows
but she knows
that he isn’t coming
he was never coming
The Creative Chic 
So deeply heartfelt 😪
thank you dearly
The raw pain. (hugs)
Thank you love ❤️
Touching poem, beautifully written ❤️
Thank you so much ❤️
That’s so sad, beautifully expressed…
Truly appreciate your kind words
Raw, emotional and very very sad 😔
Thank you sweet friend ❤
ommigosh, Jenn…
💔
David
Yeah, I know. Thank you, David ❤️
This is so sad and relatable. Very well written!
Thank you, Jason!
I have waited
By that rotary
Sitting in the kitchen
Bay window, visible
Parking lot empty
I have waited
For that ring
That would
Make my heart sing
I have waited
As two hands
Slowly inched
Passing, immutable
In their refusal
To stop
It is folly
To wait
For those
Who don’t
Return a rose.
(end)
We both know a similar feeling then, beautiful writing
Thank you.
Always my pleasure
Jenn, your poems always touch my heart. Every single time. I feel sad for this girl. I would sit on the steps and wait with her.
Thank you, Braden, your kindness is just what this world needs more of. That means a lot to me, to her ❤️