Waiting

People brush past me

Clouds shift across the sky

The sun inches down

The sky turns warm

I hear people

Yelling,

Laughing,

Talking,

Screaming

While passing by me.

Time passes

And I wait,

Standing,

Watching

For someone I know won’t come,

But even then,

I wait.

Because I can’t help myself

Because I can’t bear to leave

Because deep down,

I believe that person will come

Even though I know that they will never do.

Every day I come here

Hoping

Dreaming

Wishing on a star

But I never see them.

Hope is a fickle thing

But it keeps coming back to me

Holding me here

In front of this cafe

Waiting.

It won’t let me go

Until that person finally arrives,

Which I know

Won’t happen for an eternity.

But every time,

I find myself here,

Against my will.