every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there. (poetry)

6   am across the street from my house

she was there
with an umbrella
or a mug of coffee
or a dog on a leash, ready for a walk

she left before the bus arrived

the driver is starting to think I'm crazy
he doesn't believe you were real 

  once

^.

^{Brevity Quest 2023}