Leaves of green and hazel fell to the ground.
The sun was complimenting,
While the cool breeze rushed through my knit sweater.
The glaring, glass window caught my eye.
And I peered through that window to find you.
Your hair fancied up with that gel that smells like the ocean.
Just the way you like it.
That hand of yours resting up on the booth,
And a half charred cigarette in the other.
Your cup of coffee waiting for you.
Your looking the other way while I admire your perfect features,
Like God made you just for my liking.
A few steps more until I make me way through the cafe entrance.
I take a look down at my feet, putting hair behind my ear.
Then turning to my right I find you staring.
You gave me that sweet, devilish smirk you love to give.
The one you know that makes my knees weak.
I walked your way with eyes stuck on yours like glue.
You smiled at me, gesturing me to take the space beside him.
But I pulled that piece of paper from my back pocket,
And placed it on the table.
You suddenly were confused,
But I always loved it when you were.
He looked down at the yellow paper note,
With the kiss mark of my own on it as a seal.
I could tell that he thought things would go differently.
Yet actually, I only came back to say goodbye.
- wrong one
