Theres the girl at the bookstore
Always smiles
Makes small talk
Asks with a wink if I need help finding anything
I think the word "courage"
But never say anything but
"No thank you"
And then the waitress at the restaurant
Who has never waited on my table
But constantly stops by
To refill my coffee
Ask polite questions
Give subtle compliments
Hovers for a few minutes
And then saunters away
And the coffee shop girl
Who said she just had to say
How pleasant it was that
I was always smiling
Which I tried to tell her
Was certainly not true
But lost my voice at the time
And she still hasn't allowed
Me to pay for a single cup of coffee
Each one attractive
In their own hypnotic way
Their smile and lips
All worthy of verse
But if I am to die of any
Of the unseen maladies
Surely it will be by shyness
Quit and alone
But lacking the quality
And kindness of loneliness
Solitude is a tranquility
That has its own
Peaceful addiction