Doormat

Doormat – Jacqueline Nash

Thinking
he might not turn up
just the same
She plays the game
tosses a coin
will he
won’t he

Waiting
dressed in her best
every hair in place
painted face
checks the window
is he
isn’t he

Caring
far too much
love makes her blind
clouds her mind
still she wonders
does he
doesn’t he

Anger
brews as time passes
thinking waiting
caring wondering
blood boiling
how can he
dare he

Seeing
his car arrive
melting heart flutters
nothing else matters
today he turned up
didn’t he
didn’t he