Maybe she wanted it like this and seriously
Expected inspiration to walk in off the street.
Everything's in the right place for it: her 
Rings, her watch, the arch of her eyebrow.
All add to the weight of the waiting. Is she:

Sat in dusk, or lit by black?
Yearning for something or someone?
And who's that waving through her eyes,
Looking like her next laugh, or cry?