WAITING

I sit here waiting for her to arrive

How many times have I waited for someone like this?

How many times have I watched the clock, wondering if she would show up?

I watch the door each time it opens.

My heart skips a beat until I know it is not her.

I know she will be here sooner or later, and I know when she does I will see her.

I also know when she shows up I will see all those I have lost

Perhaps then the guilt will be gone because I survived and they did not.

I sit and watch the door.

I know death will show up soon and I will no longer have to wonder.

But will see all those that left me behind once more.

Tina L. Rice

© May 4, 2007