Twirling my spoon in the depths of caffeine,
I yawn and stare across the dim-lit shop.
The silky bitterness wafts in the air,
As a sleepy bird outside decides to mope.

An ordinary day it was, like the past,
Nothing unusual, nothing wavered from the start.
I gulped the inky brew in a frenzy to leave,
Staring over my mug, my heart skipped a beat.

Long jagged scars ran down his face,
A disgrace in the eyes of visual allure.
Features veiled with tribulation,
His kaleidoscopic orbs bled loneliness.

Unavoidable gasps rang all around,
People parting like panicked doves,
Perhaps an acquaintance of shadow?
He glided in with a crown of frost.

My heart rang like a failed cardiogram,
As I stated at the nameless stranger in front,
Features, once chiseled and envied,
Now mirrored a fate of broken glass.

Stripped of his appearance, an outcast by society,
My heart longed to read the pages of his destruction,
Love was no longer a cliché to me,
Thoughts leading back to this moment.