Maybe

I waited,
had another glass or two
hoping that by my last sip
our eyes would then meet in a few.
I waited,
took another glance or two;
it could not have been but
maybe it was you.
I waited; they waited
the tables until two.
you were never here
and all along I knew.
 

by Rachel Lee

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