waiting

a random scribble

She sat there alone
Under his table
Like a puppy waiting
For a piece of bone

She always ask herself-
   Should  she stop waiting
       Or should she continue believing?

Now she's here sitting
From a distance,  waiting
That he will take a look
At the small souvenir she left
Under his table
Before she walk away...

Author's Note

There's something under his table...