she entered with a quiet grace,
a touch of tiredness in her eyes
a smile so young – so very young.
Wisps of blond hair on her
neck as I removed her coat
something moved within me.
Quickly added mascara on
eyes that yearn for love
somehow – somehow
I can taste her lips yet
only kiss her pale angelic
cheek, time as fragile as those
wisps of hair
sadly.....
it was only a coffee.
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