S. Kornfeld

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Poems: ticking

Ticking

The hours spent waiting were not amusing.
They simply ticked away with the absence of the one who had told her that he would be there.
Such a void to be avoided.
Anger set aside 
busy making excuses
for one 
who had no consideration
for the one left behind
as if she did not exist.
As if her life was some other reality,
simply a space for
him to
come
and come and go as he pleased.
Come if he pleased
with her waiting
pretending that she mattered to him.
Always forgiving
his blatant disregard
hanging her hopes
hanging herself 
on the noose of his words.