Time passes through the day, light slowly fades away.
Alone in the darkness of night she sits, and waits.
Minutes turn into hours of silence pounding in her head.
She spends her waking hours fighting thoughts of sadness.
Every hearbeat aches, and she prays the pain recedes.
Fearing the worst has happened, she trembles and shakes.
Sleep she hasn't found, scattered teardrops hit the ground.
Staring out the window she doesn't make a sound.
Hoping for a miracle she anxiously waits beside the phone.
Patience wearing thin, hope gives way and fear sets in.
Her last ounces of energy have finally been drained away.
Nervous and unsettled she retires to her bed.
Once again she is left unknowing what her future holds.
"Tomorrow, he will love me"... is all she ever said.
