Wishful thinking

There she was
Alone I could tell
Going her way
Late on Line 9
Looking friendly
Pretty enough
For some reason
I felt that
Out of all possible worlds
I could love her
Like some birds never miss
But I didn’t dare
Talk to her
She got off
At Bonne Nouvelle
Having never seen me

 

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