he patiently waits

at the café,

looking for her

and then

watches her



he thinks…


there you are

my other glove

the shoe that fits

the door that welcomes

a shoulder waiting

the glass half full

the moon over waves

footsteps together

a dance

a few whispered words

the voice

the memories




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