Under the tree she waits for him.
Its been days now.
Day and night are the same now.
She on the road, waiting for the bus.
She has to get away.
She does not know where this road goes.
She's at the door, its not opening.
She's been standing for hours.
The window is closed.
She is tired.
The stairs are not ending.
She wants to sit down now.
She's in the dark, waiting for morning.
The sun is not coming up.
It has lost its way.
She was walking.
The storm is here but she doesn't know.
Time has stopped.
Sitting on the rock she waits for the future.
Her past is beside her.
The present is absent.
She's been waiting,
for it to began, for it to end.
She's stuck in the middle.
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