She sits alone in her house
waiting
for children who never come.
Alone by the window
peeking through the curtains at the world outside.
The world that changed and left her behind.
She has no friends,
only memories.
At night they curl round her
as ghosts keep vigil.
She waits.
Not knowing what she is waiting for.
Death maybe
but
it does not come
only regret
a life wasted
waiting
for life to begin.
