Not Long Left - Misplaced Smiles

Standing still
yet slightly swaying.
lost within a herd of humans
Their heads bobbing
Like fishermans boats.
Over one hundred pairs of legs
moving in unison.
Thats where I saw her
Eyes ocean blue
Lips of fine couloured wine.
She would be mine.

Like a snake slivering
through the undergrowth
I made my way through
the mass of movement.
She smiled
I froze
then smiled back
She waved,
I waved
Then she looked confused.
a little confused to,
I turned to see a man waving.
She blew him a kiss
and this one did not miss.

Not Long Left

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