She left the door open so he could come in for a while.

Waiting, like a bride on her wedding day for her walk down the isle

She forgave him one too many times.

He was supposed to be her first love, her protector, a love never deceived.

The deafening and uninhabited sound of a phone call never received.

A forged hug. The fragrance of a familiar cologne still meets with so many unspoken words left unsaid.

The way he continues every day to disappoint, she endlessly feels misled.

We are grown now; years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The fictitious story as one would imply.

Took one look away and it was two decades ago.

She is still that little girl.

Waiting and hoping that one day things could change, and the love would grow.

She still waits at the end of that isle.

The flowers grasped in her clammy hands.

Waiting in that place where she always stands

For him to pick her up and tell her that everything is going to be alright

Tonight

Alright…