Rene 2009
She sits on the curb
Across the street
From his house
Tracing a slow circle
Around the scab on her knee
Fighting the urge to pick at it
Every once in a while
She looks up
Head tilted
Squinting one eye
Underneath dirty blonde bangs
She looks
For a door crack
Or a part in the curtains
Head tilted
Squinting one eye
Underneath dirty blonde bangs
She looks
For a door crack
Or a part in the curtains
She sits on the curb
Across the street
From his house
Tracing in the sand
that runs
Along the gutter
Along the gutter
Tracing
With her fingertip
Smilies and peace signs
Around a single word
Spelled out
in bits of gravel
in bits of gravel
A single word
She sits on the curb
Across the street
From his house
Sadly smiling
Rubbing a freckled nose
Sadly smiling
Rubbing a freckled nose
Wishing, hoping
Waiting
For the curtains to part
Waiting
For the curtains to part
For the door latch
To be heard
And for
"Sorry"
"Sorry"
To be seen
Peace ~ Rene 2009

