waiting

I HATE waiting

....    and I hate you ,         

 when you don't call,

Fall

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.” 

―

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

She took her chance

There he was standing, where they decided to meet

She came a long time before him

But she hided herself between the shadows 

until she finish  from making  her  Flower hair band 

She knew how he’ll love to see it on her hair

She lowered her head  trying to focus and make her job  fast and neat

After she  finished, a big smile appeared on her face

 She Wear it and hurried up to him

But the only thing she saw  was his back

He just LEFT, and she just took her chance 

** Shadin