i was crying when i entered that cafe
i wanted nothing to do with the world
but i sat down at the same table
and he rushed over to serve me
just as he always did
something about the consistency made me smile
i ordered food
real food
good food
"extra-cheesy cheescake, please"
i said,
for that was what was on the menu
and that is what looked good
twenty minutes later
i licked my plate clean
and i asked for the check
he placed it gently on the table,
but i picked it up eagerly and read:
"you're like an 80s movie,
cheesy, but with a beautiful
message hidden inside
-james"
struck by the cute poem
i asked if he'd ever seen
the breakfast club
as i handed him the money
"why would you ask that?"
he said with a knowing smirk
and walked away
like nothing ever happened
YOU ARE READING
check, please
Poesia"i live in the city everyday i ride the subway home one day, i got off at the wrong stop (on purpose)" this is where it all begins. james is real, his poems are real, this is all too real.
