• secrecyofthemind 9w


    From a coffee shop,
    I watch and watch,
    as people pass by.

    I like the turtle walkers,
    not the old,
    but the young
    who never dared to care
    about the ice cream stain
    on their shirts.

    I watched couples
    stride - side by side,
    their feet stomped
    with a rhythm.

    I looked over those
    I see twice in that day,
    they might think
    I followed them.

    I glanced at cute boys
    who never stayed,
    just grabbed their drinks,
    winked, and leave.

    I heard a man's voice,
    clearing his throat,
    and as I look up,
    the people my eyes remembered,
    suddenly forget.