She sat quietly peering out the window for her
familiar stranger. They were to meet at six. Is it quarter
past. She’s not one to concern herself with fifteen minutes, but her eyes
continue to dart to the window at each passing blur.
Their conversations had been full of hope and
adventure. At last they decided to meet to place a face to the voice.
She’s glanced over at me twice already, but I just
don’t have the guts to finally say hello in person.
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