coffee shop love storyI sat alone in the coffee shop,
Thinking of my beloved,
I imagined he was with me,
Sitting in the seat across from mine,
Asking for my name and giving me his,
Breathing my air,
Leaning over the table and reaching for me,
Pulling me in for a sweet embrace.
But I know that he is gone,
His being a mirage in my mind.
In reality, he's with her.
He loves her, I know.
I looked out the window, I saw all of the couples together.
After all, it's Valentine's Day.
I heard the jingle of the chimes above the door,
Deep down I hoped it was him, trying to find me.
It wasn't, it's someone new.
He looks at me,
His eyes the same color as my coffee, the same one I ordered every day.
He grins, I frown.
He walked towards my table, and asked why are you sad on Valentine's Day?
I fear I'll never find love, sir.
Isn't that a horrible thought? What's your name? Mine's Ethan.
He sat in the seat across from mine.
It seemed to be the same story all over again.
He asked my name and gave me his.