ANTICIPATION

The large glass walls permitted no secrets

Anxiety writ large on her face

She stopped by an angled mirror

of a Honda perched

A japanese bird on two wheels

No furtive glance did she give around

Confident incognito she thought

She rouged her puckered lips

and applied her mascara

And adjusted her gait

Mesmerised with this candour

while I ate fish and chips

A smile inward appeared 

Who might that lucky person be

Causing her to rectify openly

Blemishes that mar the skin

carefully concealed 

by a hand practised in the art

of painting over beauty within

I watched silently

Cloth adjusted and readjusted

Stole stowed, disappeared from sight

Unnecessary accessory I suppose

And enter she did and sat 

not too far from the doors

A minute or two and out came the phone

Overcome by piquant curiosity

like the taste of tangy mustard

fingers fidgety from anticipation

for the arrival of the unknown

Legs crossed, brows knit

fingertips flying with ferocity

Hurling love notes or abuse equally

demanding justification, 

emptiness requiring placation

Alas, I had to hasten, my meal was done 

and exit I did, embracing humanity

leaving behind curiosity, 

waiting patiently, to see

who would fill the vacancy