the bruise colored sky weeps
and underneath the broken wing
of a battered umbrella, she waits,
huddled against the institutional grey
and graffiti covered wall for one
who, when he arrives well past due
with no explanation or excuse
to extenuate his inordinate delay,
will blithely smile away her dismay
and leave her all the more frustrated
on a later day when she looks back
and sees the pattern long since begun and
by her, until too late, unremarked upon
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