Automat, 1927

He promised her that hour alone,

but time passed by

and he still didn’t show.

She sat down with her legs crossed,

right over left.

She stared at the mug as if it was a human,

still wondering where he could be.

Lonely, miserable, and embarrassed,

she sat waiting.

 

Her stomach was rumbling

no food on this day.

She still waited.

waited for hours,

sitting alone.

 

The hiss of the radiator,

hurt her ears,

but she shivered in her seat,

cold, cold hearted.

Still the abundance of her heart told her to wait--

and she waited.