She would have waited for him in the cold.
She would have waited for him in the dark.
A sudden glance.
A brief touch.
There was no hope for romance.
Now she sits.
Now she waits,
Now she prays,
for the illusion to fade.
Who can she count on at night?
“I don’t belong here” she cries.
“I have never belonged anywhere.”
Without a place.
Without a trace.
She packs her bags…but stays.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
She puts her fears out of mind.
“Maybe it will change” she says.
Or maybe, just maybe, she can create her own paradise.