To Girls Who Wait

Waiting for a girl.

A girl waits alone,

For a friend,

She says. But then

Her mind wanders 

To what could have been,

Of Venessa and Aubry,

All short skirts and wonderful eyes.

When her friend is there

They laugh, 

Catch glances,

Stare.

There isn't a name 

For what they are,

A thing separate from friends.

No intimacy,

Yet.

The girl had been waiting

To leave her town, 

To set herself free.

Had waited until she would find

A girl to call her own.

Reviews

[Anjali]

wow..... i also want to find a girl to call my own, just like you! this poem is beautiful. keep it up.;)

[Mel Jayne]

I'm glad you liked it!

[Paul Bell]

I suppose the girl knows this is not the true intimacy she seeks. But the world is big, and she will be waiting.

[Mel Jayne]

yes she will.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like when guys are best buds..not intimate but that special closeness only they share...sometimes only another of the same sex really understands.

[Mel Jayne]

I see what you are saying.

[Farhan Shaikh]

I don't know much about girls...😂😂
All i know is that i like your poems and well penned...keep writing

[Mel Jayne]

Thank you very much that means a lot.