She walks in the door,
The chimes matching her steps-
Walks lightly to the counter
Where her fingers dance their reps.

She orders in a broken voice,
Raspy and rugged as hell,
Her cheeks are red with cold,
Her stoney eyes have tales to tell.

She sits at the corner table,
Wide eyes analyze the world;
She's listening in on other's words,
A quite peculiar girl.

She's only tables away,
Drinking her coffee void of cream,
Black as the paint that polished her nails;
Like a stranger from a dream.

She makes me lose my concentration;
I've stopped trying to look at my screen.
Everything she does intrigues me,
This severely different teen.

My desires fill my consciousness,
All I want is to say "hi",
But how she intimidates me so,
It would come out as but a cry.

Suddenly she rises to her feet,
Then slinks over to the door,
She stops and says she saw my stare,
And then she's gone forevermore.