a is for apple

You wake up...eager to hear those words repeated over and over again,
Opening your window you look down, hoping to see him standing there for another day.
Uttering not a word you stand still...with your eyes fixed on the side walk by the front doors.
Rushing through your head are the words...every word..every sentence he's ever said to you.
Still no sign of him, has he forgotten? Does he not want this anymore? Did he ever?

Trying to pursued yourself to leave the window ledge was a failed plan.
Routine has failed you, did he ever come? Was this all in your head?
Uncontrolled emotions begin to role across your face. You've given yourself false hope again.
Lifting your fingers from the window frame, you hear a voice. Hesitating, you turn around.
You look to the ground one more time, and there standing in the glow of the sun, he stands again.