The tempo of the city was going at a nine
But I was at a three
I was not used to listening so intently
to my aching body

So I knew the time
was half past late
but time is a construct
that I didnt create

So I stumbled into starbucks
The drip that would get me laced
but standing in front of me
Was this unusual face

My body had the rush again
I felt this one before
You are out of place like me
I feel it in your core

3 seconds felt like an hour
As we stared with a stop
"Who are you"
Is the question that we both could not drop

"I am from Trinidad" he said
I just came here I am new
"I have been here forever,
but I feel just as out of place as you"

My city is not like here
My city we are free
(I really hope you stay this way
So beautiful and carefree)

He ran to me like a moth to a fire
I wonder what was his desire
To be heard to be seen
To **** me in between

I have no idea
But then he came
Please tell me more I need to know your name
In a different time I would make this about me
But I am left stricken by his beauty

There is nothing to do
There is nothing to see
It was a beautiful moment
And I might go back for some coffee.