In an obscure location, a lady is idle by a white column, pillar.
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You remain by that pillar for 10 minutes, 20 minutes, an hour.
Text, call, no means of contact seems to reach the one who has left you there.
Before long, eyes stare. Couples that have been there for a while look at you with pity.
While you straighten your back Indifferent though your expression entails, your mind is damp with insecurity.
Anger, disappointment, frustration churns into a mix of revulsion. You're done. You've done what you could, Waited, and waited, and waited. . .
Your eyes drift back as you leave the pillar. The patch of warmth you left where your back rested imploring you to stay.
You move, And look back
You move, And look back, Move
You move And look back, Move, And look back
You move, And look back, Move, And look back, Move,
You move, And look back, Move, And look back, Move, And leave.