She
sits on the step
She
waits for her time
The
time on her wrist watch
It's
ticking away
Eyes
looking everywhere
The
sign flashes in her mind
The
ticket booths and long chairs
He
says he will be there
The
minutes tick away
The
sun rays blushing it along
There
is still no sign of the man
Everyone
looking at her
A
woman sitting on the step
With
her bag by her side
She
hopes she can go away
For
a man he promises he will come
The
minutes in circles
Many
times she looks at her watch
She
wants to cry.....
“You
are thinking I don't come?”
She
knows the voice
She
turns around and smiles
“You
sure make me wait
Yeah
I think about it”
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