he doesn’t look at you
just stares into distance
fingering his coffee
and muses about
the beauty of mist in the streets
or the shape of clouds against pale blue
or the way sun reflects off hair
-----------of pretty girl across street
and you are entranced by the soft intensity of his voice
not wanting to interrupt lest you ruin the
-----------magical mood
he has created with sighs so soft and subtle
and nothing looks the same afterwards
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