she sits on the third step
her knees pulled to her chest
watching the street
beneath the porch light
she knows what time
he said he’d come
she knows the difference
between waiting
and being forgotten
and still
every pair of headlights
makes her lift her head
she checks the time again
though she already knows
what it will say
the sky darkens and the warmth
leaves the concrete beneath her
she could go inside
she knows she should
but some stubborn part of her
keeps whispering
that maybe he has a reason
that maybe the next car
will slow down
that maybe
she misunderstood the promise
she didn’t
he said he would come
and he never does
eventually
she stands from the step
brushing dust from her jeans
with hands that don’t shake
until she’s turns away
she is old enough to know
what it means when someone
doesn’t show up
old enough to know
that sometimes
there isn’t an explanation
that makes it hurt less
so she walks inside
carrying the quiet certainty
that she had waited
for someone
who already decided
not to come
she knows the difference
between waiting
and being forgotten
Loved this part. 💙
Thank you ❤️ truly
Omg I love this!!!!! So beautiful….. your raw talent never ceases to amaze me. 🤗
Thank you, Braden. I really appreciate you so much 🤗
🤗 You’re so very welcome
You wonder how it shows up in their adult years.. in their adult relationships.
It changes you for sure
This broke my heart for a little girl that deserved so much better.
There’s something so painfully human about her sitting there, knowing the truth but still hoping the next set of headlights will be him. “She knows the difference between waiting and being forgotten.” 😭
I think what I love most is that you didn’t make her foolish for waiting. You let her hope, even when some part of her already knew. And then you let her walk inside with the truth, without needing to make it pretty.
Beautifully written, my friend. ❤️ Hugging you and the sweet little girl. Love you!!!
Girl ❤️, thank you. From the sweet little girl and me. She did deserve better, but she’s still here, getting stronger daily. I love you!
She’s here stronger than ever because she’s a bad ass woman and knows her worth. I’m so proud of her 🩷
She’s proud of you too, my Queen. I love you, girl. Email coming to you *HUGS*
Love you , 🩷
A sad but very deep poem, nice one
Thank you!
You’re welcome 🙂
This is brutally tough and heartbreaking. It’s hard to find the words. Especially, because I know what you deserved then, and what you will always deserve now. I know what facing those wounds feel like, and it’s brutally awful. But, it’s also an awesome courage to share that darkness with us. I love every chance that I get to appreciate you. I do not, nor ever will take that for granted. ❤️
Where there is darkness, there is light (hopefully anyway!) I appreciate you too. Finally getting to these comments too; my apologies!
A well crafted poem. Youthful promise and disappointment which stays forever, I feel.
It definitely does. Thank you, Chris 🙂
Beautiful! You are beautiful and strong. So proud of you !
Thank you!
Loved the raw emotions and feeling you captured in this Poem!!!!
It’s hard to wait and eventually have to admit that you’ve been forgotten!!
Bellissimo, Jennifer Bellissimo!!!!
Chuck 😒😧
Thank you so much, Chuck!
😁💖💕🌹
Oh Jennifer, I remember well and you penned it for all of us that know the feeling and the sadness now of knowing my sweet little grand girl will have to experience that as well. I just didn’t expect she’d already care at 3.. xx
Oh, Cindy, that’s so sad to hear. The little girl in me is with her. *Big hugs, Cindy* xx
Awww thanks so very much Jennifer. I really appreciate your hugs and there are things we just can’t control and yet I soooo wish we could.. xxxx hugs back. xx
I wish we could control certain things as well. I’m here if you need anything xx
That’s sooo sweet.. xxx I know where’s my magic wand. Poof… haha. thanks a bunch.. xx
This is absolutely beautiful!
Thank you, girl! It’s lovely to see you again!