Waiting

BG #2

The street lights are broken. The road is a dark path every night. On the sidewalk, a metal bench is sleeping. Alone in the dark, with company in the morning.

Tonight, I sit here. I bring up the last strand of courage I have to sit alone in this dark street. I look sideways. No danger. No danger, at all.

Minutes pass, and I’m still sitting here. Waiting, just waiting for an arrival. I whistle, enjoying the moment that’s not really something worth enjoying.

Hours pass, and I’m still here. Waiting, just waiting for an arrival. A tear escapes from my eye.  Where are they when I need them? Where are they now, even if they have told me to just call them and they’ll be there?  I chuckle while shedding the tears I’ve been holding.

All these times, I’ve been waiting for nothing.

THE END

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