Awaiting for a Smile

She sits on the grubby seat, silently she expects a treat.

Sadness lingers like a gloomy time, finding a way to explain.

She plays with her printed shawl, gazing out of the window with a dull look , she stares at me.

Trying to convince herself , waiting to get a response, hiding her anger, she then gave a depressed look.

She grabbed cell phone, still awaits for a smile, 

But she gets a tiresome look.