She's sitting there, waiting
Impatient, alone
Watching each new arrival
But he still doesn't come
Attraction was mutual
Eyes met, crowded room
But he hasn't turned up
And it's getting dark soon
The door is flung open
Her heart beats faster
Now they're off for a walk
The dog and her master
©cih11, 15.10, Friday 11th February 2011
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.