Poem

        Worry Free

Sitting.

Waiting.

Are they okay? Is what she would ask herself,
Every day.
Anticipation building up as time passes.
Like blocks
Being stacked,
One by one.
Seconds felt like minutes.
Minutes felt like hours.
Days felt like months.
Months felt like years.
She missed you.
You left a permanent mark on her.
Like a footprint stuck on cement.
Her feelings have never changed.
A large weight lifted off of her shoulders.
No more worrying.
She's all right.