There she sits.
Staring into blankness. Deep in thoughts, as her heart begins to cry.
Waiting for time to pass. For the time to come.
When will it come? And when it does, will she get what she hopes for?
What
is she hoping for? What more
could she hope for?
When will it come? Will the sun ever shine again? Where she could then breathe in the warmth and comfort. And breathe out a sigh of relief.

Will it come?
When will it come?