Wind beats a weathered home
While snow falls on warm lashes
Toes curl in old boots trying to wake numb toes
Finally a lone car parks
She steps out and walks into the little café with a ding ding
He looks up from his empty cup
Their eyes lock
He looks away from those enchanting eyes, blushing
A small smile passes her lips as she orders
He can't stop watching in awe at this curious girl
She's polite and talks with the busy barista
All too quickly her bitter coffee comes
She only gives a wave and is out the door with a ding ding
Barely thinking he bursts out the little café
He looks left then right, but she's already gone
As she left in that lone car he thought, what could have happened?
What if he was two seconds sooner?
How different would their story be?
But now it's just the story of an almost...
And there are so many of those