Waiting for …

She sits alone in her house


for children who never come.

Alone by the window

peeking through the curtains at the world outside.

The world that changed and left her behind.

She has no friends,

only memories.

At night they curl round her

as ghosts keep vigil.

She waits.

Not knowing what she is waiting for.

Death maybe


it does not come

only regret

a life wasted


for life to begin.

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