Just once
It would be great if someone was waiting for me.
Looking out for me in the mindless throng that exits the train station
with anticipation and the slight look of desperation.
His eyes lighting up when he catches mine.
A wave, a smile, a hand reaching out to clasp mine
as soon as it comes within reach.
Raising it to his lips to greet with a warm kiss.
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