She's Waiting

While she waits she considers how long shall she stay in place with baited breath, breathing only on cue or so it seems, expectations mighty high like smoke bellowing from the refinery's pipes dark and sometimes white but nonetheless stifling, choking, and suffocating life.

While she waits the advertisement says it, over and over again wait your turn like long lines at amusement parks, but there's nothing amusing going on in her world she struggles to remain still and grounded while the merry go round spins out of control or so the illusion seems.

While she waits she can't seem to get any service, love is on constant delay, detoured and deviated. The timing is all off, tables are set, chairs are empty and yet the aroma coming from the kitchen speaks volumes that the cuisine is definitely ready to be presented, she salivates.

While she waits, stationary is something that she uses to communicate, spilling her emotions onto paper with red ink as her soul bleeds in readiness of expectation like a train racing down the track, she's pacing.

While she waits pausing for the cause time still can't catch up and love is effortlessly passing her by, the eyes do look forward expectantly and her mind thinks is that him approaching.

While she waits she's available, ready and poised to consider the idea that she just might have to put this love to bed because the waiting has her in a state, should she remain temporarily neglected and unrealized or just unravel.