Situated on a frayed armchair
Staring out of a window
From the high rise tenement
At the exact intersection
Near the teeming sidewalks
The bus route usually stops
HE
Momentarily holds his breath
With heighten anticipation
The one and only love
Of his mundane life
Will frolic off the bus
Entering their hushed abode
Twenty years late.
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