Waiting
Waiting
She
Stands
Still.
Mind expecting,
Then fidgets
Will he ever come?
He’s almost late!
Checking the time.
He should have been here 30 seconds ago.
No, it’s fine. He’ll be here soon.
Or will he?
Time
Moves
Slowly.
She checks her phone.
Another 30 seconds have passed.
She sighs, looking around.
Thinks through the plans they agreed.
Checks the time and then checks it again.
Did she read it right last time?
Surely more time has passed than this?
Her mind wanders.
Has there been an accident?
No, that’s just a silly thought!
Then it returns.
She fights it back down.
Meeting resistance, she allows the thought to fester.
Worsening with each agonising moment.
A five-hour minute passes.
Then another.
She scans the horizon.
Spots a familiar shape.
That hair, that walk!
New and exciting but somehow familiar and old.
He is here!
Utters sheepishly.
“Sorry, I’m late, love!”
All is forgiven.
