I see you at the same table every day
The same pale orange sweater
The same torn leather notebook
But always
A different novel

I sit and watch you read
I watch you laugh
Sometimes even cry
I watch your face light up
As you read the last page

I sit and watch you write
Your hand
Scribbling multiple arrangements
Of twenty-six letters
On a tattered page

I sit here everyday
And hopelessly fall
In love
With the girl
Who I have never met