There is a woman seated at a table on the other side of the glass.
She’s busy in her thoughts writing on her paper,
methodically concentrating on her work.
She nervously fidgets as she realizes I am casually watching her.
My own mind wonders from person to person
and their unintelligible conversations.
They seem happy.
It is really windy tonight as I sit sipping my cappuccino.
Silently watching the clouds for any sign of thunder.
Hoping for it to rain, but not on me.
Now my eyes light up as I see a familiar face
standing on the other side of the glass
fixing her coffee just right.
She walks toward me and sits down.
We sit in silence knowing what to say.
But only thinking it.
We quietly finish our coffee and get up to go look at books.
And as I discard my trash a raindrop falls as I slowly turn to walk inside.
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