The Waiting Game Poem by Brittany Sczech

Sitting around, watching my phone
wondering why I'm alone

Listening to cars, as they pass
hoping that one will be him at last

I've been waiting, for some time
now its almost half past nine

I've paced a bit, and sat and thought
could it be that he forgot?

no. no. no. thats never the case
I'M the one that makes the mistakes

...

anyways. that doesn't matter
I'm sure he'll be here sooner than later

I'll just wait, and keep my eye on the door
maybe this time I wont end up sleeping on the floor