Haiku Sunday (77-80)

She

She was done waiting,
She had waited for years,
Waiting for his love.

She packed her suitcase,
She’d be gone when he got home
It would be his loss.

Sure, he’d find someone,
But surely, no one like her.
She was sure of it.

He could not stop her,
She was going to see the world,
And find love elsewhere.

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