Her signatures didn’t match, neither did her cards work
Heels hurt her ankles; and the back zip made her uncomfortable
She stood patiently looking at her watch
She was hoping something, somehow would tick in the clock
The minutes turned to hours and hours into a day
Her routine of waiting never changed its way
Righteousness never flowed in through the passage of her door
She never knew what it would be if life had been tuned not abhorred
Perhaps destiny, is what she consoled her heart of!
Maybe the winds were listening to her in disgust and moved on
Patience gave into pretence; circles reduced to dots
Brokenness defined itself through her unnerving faith and trust.