Stray girl

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.


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