You get prepared for something <br />hoping for lots and lots of people, <br />then you wait and wait <br />but in the end no one comes. <br />Disappointment lingers in the air <br />as you look around for anyone, <br />but everywhere is bare. <br />You are left sitting alone <br />only with your thoughts <br />of all the glory days when everybody came. <br />Your sadness is recorded <br />in someone's book somewhere <br />and you feel devastated <br />alone again to face the world. <br /> <br /> <br />7 September 2014<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-came-6/
