Wait Poem by Alaude Solus

The daylight shines down and the clouds float by,
As he sits down on a bench by the road.
The speeding cars move past across his eye,
While people walk out from their kind abode.
He waits for her to appear and arrive,
As the sun reaches the top of his head.
He starts to feel less and less alive,
As if his hair begins to slowly shed.
He still waits for her, hoping she will come.
The sun now sinks below the city lights.
As crickets chirp and the winds start to hum,
The people go back home to sleepy nights.
He takes his phone from his pants and checks.
His mouth fell open; “Cancelled, ” said the text.