came across this while packin to leave for home.

Soaring their hearts,
time standing still
cliched, she thought
Hope was something she had rehearsed for a while now.
Expectancy something wasted on her.
Sitting, watching the world go by
Playing her part, playing the fool
Guilt ebbs softly around her,
clutching.
She pulls away...
Yearning to explain
theories hidden behind
dusty, waiting to be pulled out at a time such as this
choking, realization hits her..
how long, she wonders,
is the wait?