Daughter

With her knapsack on her shoulders, a little girl waits on the other side of the screen door.
A tiny hand pressed against the glass.
She waits.
She watches as the day darkens,
The street lamp on the corner flashes on and fireflies begin to flicker.
She waits, but he never comes.
And even though she doesn't comprehend it quite yet,
The gravity of this moment,
She swears to herself that she'll never trust a man again.