The Waiting

She’d driven her chariot all night.
The fog had begun to lift and with it his patience.
The faster she drove, the farther she seemed.
How time had droned by, every second making its presence felt!
Yet, tonight, the seconds seemed longer, (as if it were possible) as her night in pajamas, paced about from boot to hood to boot to hood.

In the distance, she caught the stars sneak upon the fog, but her smile beamed brighter than them all.
His palms were sweaty, if not from the pacing, then from the clouds conferencing loudly overhead.
She nearly flew out her seat, forgoing her wings as her feet kissed the clouds for what might be the last time.
He held on to the telescope as tight as a four year old could; peering through the mist and clouds, awaiting the signal from above.
As her wings began to lift away from her, a voice boomed through the heavens,
“Maybe not in this life either…”
And with it, the moment died.
Her feet retreated reluctantly, her wings returning, a tear drop escaped her eye and melted into the sea of clouds,
As her young love, stood below, soaking in the rain, another life born in vain…