Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Coffee Shop Confessions: "Briefly Meeting"

And I see you. Your eyes grow wide. They pull.

You lend a smile, but it's quickly erased. 

I tilt my head, squint my eyes, and the corners of my mouth lift.

I pour the coffee. I add a little cream, and stir. While I do, my eyes look down and away, and you look at me. You don't think I see. I don't. I feel. 

I finish making my coffee and walk away, but you blurt, "Have a good day!"

I pause for a moment, mid-step, turn around and say, "Thank you, you too."

I walk towards the register. I can still feel your pull.

I pay for the coffee. I look back. I can't see you, but I know you see me, and...

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