Futile Wait

I hoped she would remember me
When she emerged from her house
I sat and waited patiently
Sitting quietly as a mouse

Woodwork had been newly painted
Bright red colour on the door
In contrast the walls were faded
Waiting for someone to restore

The garden was over grown
With weeds and such galore
Rubbish where it had been thrown
And refuse piled by the door

As I sat and waited
No sign of her face
Perhaps our meeting is fated
Shall I quit this place?

My attention then was caught
By a neighbouring dog
Tied up on a rope too short
Attached to a large log

A dilemma faced me at that time
How should I interfere
To let it free would be a crime
To leave it was unfair

I went up to the house
To confront its master
His response was to grouse
Then chase me; I ran faster

Meanwhile the girl had come out
From the house I'd been observing
Down the road before I could shout
I'd failed, was I deserving?