I waited by the door most days. On that hard step, where we first met.
When it rained, I wore a coat. When the sun went out, I held my phone up to see by; a little light shining for you.
Whenever the postman came, he would ask: “Still waiting?”
And I would reply: “Always.”
Also, I found this: it looks like the berries are exploding out of her mouth, like she is mother nature.