The Summer You Waited for Her
You waited for her all summer.
After nine long years,
she would finally come to you.
The day she was to arrive,
you had already left.
Couldn’t you wait a little longer?
Augusta was the name of the woman
who found you.
Was the day too hot?
Did you lose your nerve
at the last moment?
And who was Augusta?
You kept telling her
you worked in a hotel,
but you were a janitor, weren’t you?
Funny what you can find out
When you google someone.
When she was to arrive,
you were no longer there to explain.
She never took that plane,
that’s all I know.
NaPoWriMo Day 4
2015 April PAD Challenge Day 4
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