in wait

She tried to tell them, "I'm hurting,"
But they only heard, "I'm fine."
She pretended she wasn't lonely,
None of them read between the lines.

She gave a longing sigh,
But they thought it was of content.
They didn't see the pain
Of which her shallow breathing meant.

She long ago gave up trying
To find something called home.
She never asked for anything,
Not even a bed to call her own.

And she sat there in the corner,
By the bare and leaning walls.
Forever to remain unmoving
Until that myth named love calls.

And the walls close in around her,
Trying to stop her very breath.
But she's been holding her breath for years,
So she can wait until her death.