26

27 4 0
                                        

café

i count the steps
as i walk
and watch
the puddles ripple
under my shoes
as i step on them

i hug
my coat
closer to my body,
feeling colder
now that
i don't have you
beside me

opening the door
with a sweet chime
the air hits me
with the smell
of wood
i always smell
in your clothes

i step into the café
and the happiness
turn into sadness
as i pull out a chair
to sit
and write
my private thoughts
in public.

—writing my private thoughts in public.

how the universe worksWhere stories live. Discover now