she sits awaiting one
she hopes
first glance will herald
with tucket of a full brass band
rereads the same sentence
as eyes dart again to door
watching couple after couple arrive
until single man comes in
and marches towards the bar
before greeting group
down the end
and her butterflies
on rollercoaster roil within
her heart thunders louder
than atmospheric din
as she wonders when
when
when
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