I sat alone for hours
At the place you said to meet
By the Sunday morning market
An upturned crate my seat
I sat and stared for hours
As the workers made their way
Oblivious to the chapter
Being played out today
I sat and thought of you for hours
And what you meant to me
Of just what I'd given up
And how you'd set me free
I sat and wore away the hours
With thoughts of a new start
How you piped a better life
Into a blackened shrivelled heart
I sat and told myself for hours
That you would come, soon you'd arrive
I started sitting in the morning
It's now a quarter after five
I sat and cried for hours
Perhaps quite selfishly
But they're real tears, not souvenirs
Of what was never meant to be
You never did arrive
I don't suppose you ever will
All I have now are the hours
Just know I'm counting them still...
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