In a white gown she sits,
Silent and still,
Waiting for a call that never comes.
Her heart racing,
Her hope fading,
She wonders if he will ever return.
But she sits,
Resolute and patient,
In the wedding dress she wore with joy.
Each passing moment,
A painful reminder,
Of the love that was lost, that she still holds dear.
She is a testament,
To the strength of love,
Even in the face of uncertainty.
And so she sits,
In her white gown,
Waiting for a call that may never come.
©My Loquacious World
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