Waiting Poem by Medusa Waves

I stood there waiting by the old brown door
I looked at the ceiling then onto the floor
I stared at the door
-stared at the knob
waiting for step
waiting for a knock
I heard a slight tap
to the door, I did see
opened the door, to see t'was only a trap
was only a twig, from the old willow tree
my heart sank low
my mind went slow
I stood for a moment, silly of me,
felt the cool air blow through my hair
slow did i turn, heading on home
His eyes caught my eyes, he had been right there