I waited for love to meet my at noon
Pacing, staring out the window, the dread
that love would not greet me, later or soon
The disappointment would land me in bed
A promise filled the air, an empty word
I tried to believe you meant it, but no
noon comes and goes and your voice is not heard
My hope dashed to ashes, I stand to go
Yet I continue to trust what you say
For you to keep faith, grant another chance
I anticipate this will be the day
you will not leave me alone, mourner's dance.
I, ever the fool, hopeless romantic
Never able to believe your antics.
© Valerie Bridgeman
February 3, 2014
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