Next Step

owen

there you were in my favorite

coffee shop ordering from

my best friend lilia the best

barista they have in the whole city

i take my usual seat, in the window all the

way in the back.

a spot that you'd know about if you been here for

years. It's in this little cranny of a corner like a golden needle

in a pile of forgotten treasure, the light is perfect;

the street outside is the perfect medication for a bruised body

like mine from my father, my blonde hair falls in my face

 I take my pencil out of my hair making a few strands fall.

a rather rude clearing of someone's throat pulls me from my perfect world,

like a honking of a passer by as he or she listen to music oblivious,

it pulls me back to reality. i look up suddenly to fix my

blue eyes upon your honey heart melting,your caring, intrigued, amused, brown ones.

lily