The waiting room was empty <br />when she entered through the door, <br />The train whistle reminded her, <br />of what she was here for. <br />Another fifteen minutes <br />until his train came in, <br />And would he recognise her, <br />her head was in a spin. <br />For it was simply ages <br />since she'd looked into his eyes, <br />And looking through the window, <br />saw the same blue in the skies. <br />Perhaps she shouldn't be here, <br />her husband she'd betray, <br />So with tears descending down her face, <br />she slowly walked away. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-through-the-window/
