She waited in profound anticipation,
each passer by her heart pounding,
each stranger’s face compounding her fears,
and as the day waned into a gloaming orange delight,
not even that could dissuade her window vigil,
take her honed sight from the street.
And moments became hours,
as darkness pervaded in shadow hues,
and her heart began to ache,
as if paralysis would suddenly end her,
and love, so swollen within
was filled with fear.
Her eyes turned down,
doubt like a storm across her painted sky,
and hope flagged so high
suddenly half-masted as stars appeared,
the heavens no consoling beauty to find,
just a loneliness so stark as to remind her what could be.
As time struck intervals of impossible pain,
and darkness beset the streets,
a sole stride echoed, pacing faster and faster,
and she looked up, peering through the window,
the streets lights like circles cut,
she stood, her racing heart a train in the wilderness.
One knock on the door and her heart stopped,
dare she believe that knock,
as it sounded again, insistent, desperate,
her heart exploded with hope as she rushed to open a dream,
and there, her soldier stood,
crisp uniform, face filled with words unsaid.
Embraced and in tears,
they held their dream to heart,
the warmth of restitution like a sigh, held for an eternity,
and now in flesh they cradled their love,
reunited against odds, against the possibilities of war,
to at last find home
and the beginning of a life on hold.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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