They never spoke

Both usually arrived at the coffee shop around the same time

Those hours right before the sun arose to share its brilliance with the world

For weeks they would always be the only two people in there that early

One brisk morning the old man glanced over his steaming cup
and spoke to the young man

He looked him dead in his eyes...

Always...
ALWAYS...
keep both eyes wide open
And never ignore what you see

The very next day the old man never arrived

He never saw him again...