A young girl sits at the edge of a bench,
listening to the pit pat of the rain as she waits.
The moon glares at her,
its omniscient glow blanketing her face.
A young girl waits at the edge of a bench,
yawning as her eyelids turn into heavy bricks.
An inchworm advances toward her,
its body curling back and forth, back and forth.
A young girl sleeps at the edge of a bench,
breathing heavily as the sharp air cuts her lungs.
A sweeping of clouds creeps over the sky,
concealing the array of silent stars.
A young girl yawns at the edge of a bench,
checking her watch as the sun begins to rise.
The California heat begins to set in,
forcing her to remove her jacket.
A young girl leaves the edge of the bench,
dragging her feet against the grey concrete.
Yet another night wasted,
waiting for Him.
Written by Isabella Auerbach