Her light will be on and you’ll be there alone outside. She’ll come to her window and look out like she knows you’re watching but she won’t see you. It won’t be because you’re hidden or anything. It’s just the light in the room making it impossible to see out into the street where you’re standing, holding flowers, wondering if you should ring her bell and tell you’re sorry. You’ll wait there for an hour and a half waiting to be seen before the light in her apartment switches off and you decide that maybe she won’t come out tonight. You’ll toss the flowers in her trash can and go home, seeing how much of the walk one cigarette will last you.
Congratulations on Waiting Outside!
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