We Waited | Poetry
The hands trembledas the fingers gripped on the knobthis is not the first timeshe has opened the door every single time before she hasit ended badlyit left a trail she remembered it like yesterdaythough it must have been so longshe knows it all Yet she had her fingersgripped on the knoband any moment nowshe will open it… I waited…she also waited..what was on the other … Continue reading We Waited | Poetry