Awaiting

Driven by the swell, running with the tide.
Like fish darting in and out of the coral reef
Sun rises, unseen through the dark glass monolith.
Time measured by the throng,
Fast forward through the day.
Chaos in order as the coffee-shops fill.
Then the staccato of heels on marble decline
The escalators run empty, going nowhere.

When once he strode, arm in arm,
Side by side with the willowy blond.
Touching, giggling,
Drunk in the ready smile and the eyes of azure blue.
And still he stands, servant of all he surveys
As cast in bronze, remembering, awaiting.

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