The Art of Waiting

Coffee shop, not too early, never too late, heart pumping a million beats per millisecond, hands cold enough to freeze fresh tea, door opens, closes, hoping to see white fragile fingers turning the brass knob, no, not you, wondering, thinking what am I doing, what’s going on, wait, no, a sigh, door opens again, thought it was you, no, almost, nah, soft jazz gently playing, barista calling, thirsty, later, later, anticipation, should be ready, write, cool it, chill, it’s cold in here, empty chair in front, oh god, there she —

[I closed my journal and hid my pen]


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