The girl in the yellow dress
couldn't even hear the door slam behind her
all she could hear was
coffee
Tuesday
3 pm
and the symphony of raindrops
playing in the background
she reached out her hand
just to make sure
she wasn't dreaming
she caught the cold drops
and smiled until her teeth acted as headlights for the shimmering wet sidewalk
the girl in the yellow dress
could still remember
the girl in the blue jeans
and the way her cheeks became beds of roses
while being asked to enjoy the city's best coffee
or iced tea
or anything really
the girl in the blue jeans nodded
her pitch black hair waved in the wind
the girl in the yellow dress
waited until
her coffee date
on Tuesday
at 3 pm
was out of sight
and danced through the rain
all the way
home.
