He Will Not Come Poem by Andrew Bowling

On the sidewalk in the city,
a girl walks alone.

She looks up to the sky.
Tears fall.

She waits for her love to come,
but he will not come.

He is gone, passed out of the world.
She remains here.

Her tears fall for her love,
the first love her heart has known.

Her tears fall in vain.
He will not come.
He is gone.

She kneels at the break in the pavement.
Her tears fall in vain.
He will not come.
He is gone.

And she is gone as well.