Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
I circled the counter and in turn
I circled her where she sat reading a book,
“The Lemon Tree”, she was drinking a beer
and it was 1:45 and I didn’t mind,
she was thin and pale, not too thin, and she wore
a cream silk blouse with a high wasted skirt and heels, and I liked that,
and her brown hair was light, and as I
walked by she looked up and her eyes were light too,
the watch on her wrist was expensive looking,
and the floral tattoo leading up her arm was delicate and well done,
her blouse was a sort of sheer
and you could see her bra beneath, a light color here as well,
and you could see more delicate, well done tattoos
lining her shoulders and collar bones.
I did not talk to her, I ordered my coffee and she finished her drink and picked up her book and left.
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