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Apr 2017
There they stood
Alone at the bus stop
With the lights of the missed one
Moving into the distance
They decide to face the other way
Instead of the watching it fade away
They had got the timing wrong
And from past experience
Watching it hover away
Only reiterates this
The silence is golden
They begin to wait for another to arrive
Because they know it will eventually
Without needing to say
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Eliza  31/F
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