Interwoven with 101 commercials
Is the song she loves.
And I love it too.

Today, though,
I could only just pick it out
Over the football commentary
And unconvincing soap dialogue.
But still, I listened.

Announcements came and went
As I waited for the ferry...
I thought of her as I gazed
Across the harbour,
To the north side of the bay
Curving around the horizon.

What would she be doing?
Where would she be now?

Somehow the large windows stopped
The light from outside
From getting in here,
Leaving it to insufficient strip lights
To illuminate Sunday afternoon.

Grey fabric covered the seats
Set in rows, along a dull
Blue green floor,
Brooding in silence
Under a low false ceiling
Of uneven painted steel.

More people arrived;
But she didn't.

I really didn't expect her to,
But I was still disappointed
Not to feel her presence
Walking towards me...
Not to feel a gaze
From her eyes upon me
For the first time.

But I thought of her
And I wished for her...
And that must count for something?

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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