Sitting at a café
Marking math papers away
While waiting for you
With a red pen in my hand
You'll find me
I'm the one – the only one
In this café
With a red pen
In my hand
You greeted me a soft hello
Hands in your pockets
Then looking at the time
Not too late for dinner
To the sushi restaurant we went
Dining in
You sat next to me
So comfortably
As I watched the plates
Swoop pass – by our table
On the conveyer belt
Letting my mind wander
What could be on my plate next?
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Sitting at a café
Marking math papers away
While waiting for you
With a red pen in my hand
You'll find me
I'm the one – the only one
In this café
With a red pen
In my hand
You greeted me a soft hello
Hands in your pockets
Then looking at the time
Not too late for dinner
To the sushi restaurant we went
Dining in
You sat next to me
So comfortably
As I watched the plates
Swoop pass – by our table
On the conveyer belt
Letting my mind wander
What could be on my plate next?
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