the waiting

she waits.
she waits. she sits.
hands
folded in her lap.
he's late.
he said he'd be coming
soon.
he was on the train.
bags
packed.
hat on, the past
and road
now behind him.
she waits.
she looks up to where
the rails
disappear into
the mouth of woods.
the seasons change.
promises have been made.
she's patient beyond
words.
she knows he's worth it
though.
that the love is real.
just a little
while longer
the station master
says, looking at his
watch, then the sky overhead.
he's on his way.
he's hoping
she's still there.