One girl was alone waiting like she'd never gone anywhere.
she sat on a bench that was hard beneath her body. Her man would pick her up in a car.
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Lovely depiction of daily romantic occurrence, a show of patience and intimacy of love well encapsulated, and insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing John. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.