The people have departed,
For good?
Maybe we do not know,
I am sure some will be back.
The storm rage's on and no one reports back.
There is but one who stays near,
She thinks they are still out there,
"They will return", She says,
She sits in the chair waiting.
Watching and waiting,
Never giving up hope,
She knows they would never give up on her,
Or so she'd like to think.
They still have not arrived,
But she still waits,
Waits for a word or a sign......