Inevitable

The time was

ticking, dripping away

however much she wished

it would freeze.

Fists clench and she

forces herself to relax.

Inevitable.

Any second now

the phone would ring

and she'd listen to

another excuse for his

absence.

The wait was the worst,

Inevitable,

because she lets herself

Cling to that slight chance,

hope she's wrong.

She never is.

He never comes.

The disappointment is

Inevitable.