Poem: might call it "hopeing"

It's been two days
and she still isn't here yet.
I look down the road
to see if I can see her coming.
Nope.
There could be an email waiting for me,
right now,
saying she is coming.
Or saying that she's never coming again.
I havn't been able to bring myself to check.
Just keep looking down the road
expecting her.
Some might call it "hopeing"
but it doesn't feel very hopefull.

Maybe 'cause I know
she wont come again.