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Nov 2013
I hate waiting
but I wait for you.
I'm staring out of the glass pane
into the night
hoping that each set of taillights
maybe belong to you?
(I'm silly)
I know if you were going to be here,
you would have done so ten minutes ago
but it's 10:25
and I don't want to go to bed
quite yet;
I keep hoping you'll show up,
breathless with apologies.
(silly)
It's 10:30; I'm in bed.
Vivian
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