It was a coffeeshop
one autumn afternoon.
I looked up
and there she was.
A quiet solo
a silent memory
I so wanted to say hello
so needed to see her eyes.
After so many years
would she want the same?
I was scared,
sipped my coffee,
wondered how to look in my chair
in the coffeeshop.
Where she stood nearby
holding my heart.
A quiet solo
her music began
Our eyes connected,
she walked over
with caution in her step.
I looked at her with wonder
she looked at me and smiled.
She would later tell me
she contemplated,
walking away.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 