She Didn'T Come Poem by Jade Heathfield

He is waiting for her,
He shivers into himself
The cold spring morning numbing him.
But she doesn't come.

The watery sun rises reluctantly,
Casting long shadows though the trees.
He watches patiently,
But she doesn't come.

He remembers her warmth next to him,
So soothing and safe.
Their serene silences,
So comforting.
But she doesn't come.

He shifts anxiously,
Eyeing the horizon,
For any sign of her in the distance.
Nothing.
She doesn't come.

A figure appears in the shadows,
He calls out in anticipation,
But it is not her.
A spark of hope,
Extinguished.
Still, she doesn't come...

Further out in the busy city,
On a long stretch of road,
Lies a once beautiful body,
Now shattered and torn.

Nobody stopped to save her,
They just left her there,
Her graceful neck,
Broken.
Did they know,
She had someone waiting for her?
Another life forgotten,
Another love forgotten.

And they'll just pass on by,
No thought to what she's left behind.
Her soft taupe feathers,
Blow in the wind as they pass.

But still he waits.
He searches in vain.
And he won't forget her.