I’ve been staring out of the window like a dog waiting for her master. I leave my spot once in awhile to do my daily tasks. To keep my brain busy and think of something else.
But I return and rest my head on the sill. Watching the cars and people go by. Watching the rain make puddles.
I wait patiently like a good girl.
It has been 2 weeks and I try to settle that he is not coming back for me.
I am a stray now. I wander through the day, down the streets hoping I will see him. He doesn’t live here in my town but I hope any way. Everyone looks like him and I am stuck.