He leaned across and pulled the window closed, <br />What future would he have now, he supposed <br />If what he so desired could all come true, <br />He would no longer be downcast and blue, <br />But she was not even near, nowhere in sight, <br />The thought that she, with luck, perhaps just might <br />Keep to her word, had now become remote. <br />A tight restriction welled up in his throat. <br />She'd said she would arrive at two o'clock, <br />How nerve wracking this waiting for her knock, <br />But looking at the time, it now was five, <br />No good to still keep faith and hope alive. <br />It was obvious, she didn't want to know, <br />To his heart and pride, it was a vicious blow. <br />A tap upon the door, could that be her, <br />His whole dispirited being began to stir, <br />'Do you want to buy my pegs', the Gypsy said, <br />But he had fled! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-her-knock/
