What a surprise to see your face.
as I come around the corner.
A daydream stumbled.
Awoken now.
As if out of slumber.
On the brown bench you sat.
Black jacket draped just so, over huddling knees.
The cold not allowed to creep in.
Sitting patiently, as if waiting for a bus.
but there was no bus to greet you. Only me.
Who finally showed up.
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