Waiting for the phone to ring
she thinks of friend come and gone
the bridges that were burned.
Wondering if maybe one day
the friends she had will return.
She thinks of good days and bad
and places this day in the latter.
She wonders if the world unfolding
before her is what’s wrong
or does it even matter.

Waiting for a knock on the door
she knows exactly who she is.
What is that so wrong
and why must she go through this.
She wonders if it’s all made up
a play going on it her head.
But as she sits alone
she knows its real instead.

Waiting for the world to get better
she ponders on the problem.
Unable to come up with a solution
she writes down her thoughts
for no particular reason.


 
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