She stood by the window
And waited for her hero;
All while wondering where it all went wrong
For he was like her favourite slow song.
She waited and waited in vain
At least to meet his glare in fury and disdain.
He was imprinted on her brain
For forgetting the image of him made her insane.
With bated breath she looked out for him
Filling the pot of expectation to the brim.
She would’ve ran into his arms at his beck and call
But oh boy! He would brush her off like some lone mothball.
He had assured her he would come;
To get all glum-bum not scum.
That he was madly in love with her
And make love and purr.
‘Let’s have all fun in the world’, he said
‘I’ll wed and bed you on our twin-bed’.
But he did not keep his word and come as promised
And she realized that her heart bled for the shithead.
‘Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in the desert;
Futile, stupid and disappointing’, she blurt.
And walked away from the windowsill
Throwing off the suicide pill.