she stood waiting.
waiting for your love.
waiting for the moment you run to her, finally realizing she's there.
waiting for you to discover what he had taken for granted.
waiting for you to stop breaking her heart as you talked about your stories.
waiting for you to give her a text.
a call.
anything.
waiting for your lips to feel like satin upon her own.
like anyone, she got tired and when she dropped to her knees after waiting she felt the literal pains in her chest and stomach from her worn out heart.
her heart no longer beating with admiration for you, but with angst.
she slipped through your grasp like sand and eventually the tide reeled her back in.
-m
