Waiting

She still carries your polarized picture in her clear case phone.

She still has the same background on her phone of you and her.

In hopes that he will come back.. he will come home.

She prays everyday. She prays that he comes to his senses that he will find his way back to her.

But he doesn’t. He hasn’t.

She no longer cries at night. She just waits.. waits by the phone, leaves the window blinds open, waiting for him to pull up in his car to tell her “I’m Home” but he doesn’t. He hasn’t.

So, she no longer texts him. She’s waiting for him. Always waiting for him.

For Him, he is worth it, worth the wait.

She wants him and no one else. No one else compares to him.