The wait

Standing on a Bridge,
Peering at the water,
the moon light glistens,
as the night light saunters.

Waiting for her.
Will she ever show up?
I'm standing here waiting,
I've had enough.

The roses are dieing,
and I don't see,
anybody here,
it's just me.

All alone,
I was stood up.
I'll just leave the flowers,
here, to rot.

I hope someone finds them,
and gives them away.
To someone they love,
very much, till this very day!