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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

rendezvous

her phone had died that evening.

but she had not been concerned.
she knows his number.
and there are public phones.

dials his number. over and over again.
listens in disbelief.

the singtel mobile customer that you've reached is not available.
your number will be sent via sms to the customer. goodbye.


his phone had died on him too.
what are the odds?

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he had texted her.
low battery. meet me at the bridge.
then his phone had died.

she had not come.

but he had not been concerned.
he knows her number.
and there are public phones.

dials her number. over and over again.
listens in disbelief.

the singtel mobile customer that you've reached is not available.
your number will be sent via sms to the customer. goodbye.


her phone had died on her too.
what are the odds?

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the bus-stop.
is secluded, remote, isolated.
but not a terminus.

she waits.
she knows. he knows.
she will be there.

his lovely car.
has had other passengers.
and will have more.

he cruises along, looking for the figure he knows so well.
he knows. she knows.
he will find her.

and as they meet, they will exclaim.
in sync. in unison. together.

"let me guess! your phone died!"

they know this.
and they will be there.

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see.

connections can weaken.
but theirs won't.

phones can die.
but love won't.

or so they like to think.

hopeless romantics.
full of hope.