Hope?

Sitting, watching, waiting.
Where is she, half-hearted anticipation and hope is simply not enough,
I hear fading sirens in the distance,
only for darkness to fall once more.

My nails are worn down to the bitter thread,
another sleepless night, gone.
I drag my bones firm my bed of misery,
red robins glide through the pale sky.
Something dark hovers in the distance.

My soul is numb.
I long for sleep and the truth.
I long for that dreaded call.
The red robins squirm in a state of agitation.
Buzzards lurk nearby.

The immensity of hope
has forced me to breaking point.
The phone rings.
The robins are gone.
The buzzards sit, hunched on the wall.