Anger turns from sold spite
To a welling of tears,
Every moment unattended leaves
A bitter heart to weep.
She drove so far to see him,
Worked all day,
Got off late,
Drove frantically to him,
And he was not there.
No answer when she called,
No reply for over an hour,
And now she sits here, in his domain,
Alone in herself, angered with despair.
A special occasion this day is,
Yet she is here and not he,
It is not meaningful without he,
Where is he?
He does not answer, he will not reply!
Oh the sadness that erupts
Inside her worn being,
All she wanted was him,
All she recieved is emptiness.
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