She arrived early in the day
Facing the cool morning air
Her footsteps falling upon the concrete
Making her way to a bench
She seated herself there
Lifting her head for each newcomer
Even from a distance
One could see hopefulness in her gaze
Thirty or so minutes passed
Her hands began to fidget
Either from boredom or the cold
One would venture the cold
It wasn’t that she wasn’t dressed for warmth
She simply overlooked her hands
While getting dressed that morning
Toying with her phone
Placing her hands between her thighs
And removing them as her excitement grew
She was waiting
Waiting for a lover
Or a fiance
Maybe just a friend
I can only hope to have someone
That patient
And eager
Waiting for me one day
Epilogue: This piece was written mostly while on watch. I saw a girl waiting for an individual who had most likely just finished boot camp. I made up a boring narrative for her morning and expectations. Sadly I Don't know how her day ended. Boring I know.