She Waited

Her fourteen year old smile

Approved each detail tentatively.

She anticipated each ride

To that familiar place,

Where sweat was a sweet thing –

A sign that when the siren pierced the air,

He might be there.

He used to come more frequently

And she wished she had noticed then;

It was his absence that prompted

The fable spanning many years –

That his appearance would

Obliterate the terrible,

The mundane.

In his gaze, there was beauty

Enough for a thousand lifetimes,

Yet that secret was safely hidden

Beneath layers of teenage skin.

The fable grew;

He had returned and

His timing was impeccable.

Nothing seemed quite so

Ordinary anymore.

Sensing finality,

She addressed him,

Softly spoken,

Heart beating fast,

A matter so trivial –

Yet his caring way

Made him swell

Forever in her eyes.

She disappeared –

So did he,

And in her dream

He walked on,

Never to return.

She waited in disbelief,

Always hoping for that

Once more –

And there he was,

At a distance to admire,

But never see…

That she waited

© M.R.P. 2015

Published by mezruth

I am a wife and a mother of two beautiful and spirited young children, living in Australia. Unashamedly, I am a follower of Christ; He is my daily hope and inspiration. I enjoy dabbling in a range of hobbies ! These include (but aren't limited to) gardening, cooking, making cards, playing piano, singing, writing letters, journalling and walking in nature/ identifying animal species. I find it hard to make time for myself but I'm learning that life is too short and sometimes things must be scheduled in or the days slip away without much change. Family and friends are very important to me and I am happiest when I live my life in community.

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