Alone she sits. Wondering if anyone is able to see her. She waits for broken promises and empty thoughts to come back. She wonders if maybe the cries she hears are the ones that are there to answer her own. She wonders if she looks pretty today. If her make up is still good. If he noticed her. She wonders if any of his hellos will be aimed at her. She wonders if they will talk to her today. She wonders what she got on her math test. She wonders what might happen next. She sits wondering if they saw her. She sits hoping they might come. I sit wondering, if she is okay. I sit wondering, if I might talk to her today.
February 15, 2011