4-26-10

Sitting, staring, wishing, thinking.
She sits alone, she sits well
Nothing but peace rests in the eyes of a green eyed, pale faced brunette
Alone at the coffee bar
Alone like always
She walks alone, she eats alone, she lives alone
Glances from strangers leave an aftertaste of displacement
But nothing disturbs her position.
She sits with her coffee to the side and pen in hand
Scribbled notes of tangent thoughts that lead no where
She looks up and sees a boy. The boy?
No, not him. It never is.
Just another impersonating stranger.
She settles back into her table for one.
She sits alone, she sits well.