time

Is it time to go home now,
she wonders as she checks her watch,
reluctant to get up and walk on her own,
feeling lonely and unhappy,
wishing someone would call her phone,
just so she could feel wanted,loved and
not alone,
but it doesn't ring and so she leaves it alone.

Walking through the park,
she looks at everyones faces,
wonders what they're thinking and feeling,
and if any are like her.

She's not looking for love,
she had that now but now it's gone,
he took it all away and gave it
to someone else, who was there and
not just on the phone,
she had him but now she doesn't.

She pulls down her sunglasses,
pitch black like her heart,
and she fights back her tears,
whch will drop from her hazel eyes,
but one escapes and runs down her cheek,
she raises her hand and brushes it away,
he's had enough of her tears,
her love and her life,
but she can't stop herself now and again,
thinking about him and what they could be
doing togther right now,
but he's with someone else,
a ring on his finger,
a wife in his bed, and a life she plays
no part in.

She believes life is a play,
she was his main character,
untl pushed away for someone else,
dropped from the stage,
into the curtains,
to watch him smile away,
as everyone watched and her heart broke,
broke past mending or fixing,
just broke for good.

Left her not wanting to love again,
just leaving her cold and bitter,
and unable to want something emotional,
just something physical to fulfill a need.

She doesn't know where her feet will now take her,
she just puts her left foot in front of her right
and keeps her head up ...