The long wait

She’s waiting, waiting, waiting
in her head nothing moves
the world has gone on hold
but the wind keeps on moaning
leaves turn yellow, then fall
voices boom like drums in her ears
candles slowly burn & melt
coffee simmers on the heater
lights turn on/off in deserted rooms
sweet music drones on
children grow up & break their hearts
lovely women turn fat & dry
& old people crawl to their beds
but she keeps on waiting, waiting, waiting
there  by the window
like a lighthouse by the deep, dark sea…
Suddenly, guns crack
a hole opens like an abyss
in his skull
his white suit & white shoes
soak up the crimson of sunset.
She knows there’s time for everything:
her children in unmarked graves
are finally at peace

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