Walking past a coffee shop on my lunch break from college
And that's when I saw cinnamon
Sitting in the window, a whole world away from the collage
was cinnamon
So I tapped on the glass with a tentative fingertip
And then I reached into my pocket for a scrap paper slip
"Cinnamon?"
Scrawled letters pressed up against the glass
She took up a napkin and scrawled back
"Yassssss!"
We went to high-five and remembered the mirrored veil
And our hands, outstretched, frozen spoke of things we could not yet tell
And I studied her hand, the shape and the lines
Her skin, cinnamon, left a warmth in my mind
And so our hands parted but my gaze lingered still
On the lips that reached out for words hanging over the window sill
That night I dreamt of cinnamon...
The next day I was the first to leave class
I walked quicker than usual and the breeze had turned harsh
I stopped by the window both hands by my eyes
Scouring the interior, rolling the dice
The vapour left faded from grey
The rain started to fall washing high hopes far away
That night I dreamt of cinnamon...
Next Thursday I was still hesitant to anticipate
But alas the angel had returned if only a little late
Our hands mirrored against the glass sending chills up my spine
Despite the warm feeling that made my heart beat a little out of time
A smile found it's way across my blushing cheeks
Surrounded by tissues she laughed and we forgot the missing week
In the midst of laughter despite protesting hands her smile stretched wider
I made room amongst Franz Kafka and tablets to sit beside her
We arranged to meet up and go for a walk
And for a few hours we just sat and talked
"Dove's are signs of peace you know"
"Yeah, pieces of crap on your car that's 110% 'nope'"
Then I took out my earphones and put on a song
We both plugged in and it wasn't before long when-
Silence fell but the feeling felt older
And as the sun set she put her head on my shoulder
And I was surprised to find she smelt of cinnamon...
The following morning I arrived in a black chiffon shirt, skinny jeans and a beanie
I was met with raised eyebrows as her eyes met my own- brown and greeny
Oversized shirt and her hair in a messy bun she gestured for me to follow
I asked about her family but the house echoed hollow
