She Waits

She waits with birds.

Waits for you.

She knows you will not show,
yet she waits, hoping for something...

                                  You will not come.

The full moon is high in the sky.  Smiling like some obscene jester. 
Peering down with a mournful glare.   The clouds have fallen.       The past is gone.

                  The years will not be missed.

"There was a time when I felt a great longing," she sighs. "Now I feel nothing."

The birds will not reveal their secrets; therefore there is nothing left to do but go home. 
              But yet she waits, as she will do today and tomorrow; a week of tomorrows.

                                      She will have to eventually leave and go home.

                                         When she finally sleeps she will dream.
               In that dream you leave and will never return. She will try and follow...

          "I am there," she says. But in her heart she knows there is nothing  left.