I Wait For HimI WAIT FOR HIM
I WAIT AND WATCH. I am cold. I have almost forgotten what he looks like. Cars trundle down the street below me. Only three are out. It is late in the night. Nobody in the houses around me is awake. There is no light in their windows. Only the light from the streetlamps below keep the swallowing darkness at bay.
I stifle a yawn. I am so very tired. But I must stay awake. Because he will come. I don't' think about the other nights. The nights when I waited fruitlessly. When he never came.
There! A person on the street! My heart leaps. Is it him?
"Dad!" I scream. I know I will wake my mother and baby brother, but I don't care. I'm standing now, craning to see the man down on the street. He looks up at me, but it is too dark to see his features.
A car sidles between him and I. I see his face. He smiles, but the smile was not friendly. It mocked me. It mocked my stupidity and my foolish loyalty to a man who would never return.
The man begins to laugh. He sways and walks down