and i wondered who sat behind me,
staring at the back of my head while
i busily wrote emails and discussed life’s problems
with my greatest friend across from me.
while on his way out, he told me my hair was pretty
and **** do i just wish i would have said a more
heartfelt thank you.
maybe he pondered whether or not to tell me that,
who knows where he comes from.
maybe he's lived a long life and his wife has died
and that’s why he was sitting in this coffee shop alone
on a monday afternoon reading newspapers,
maybe she had long hair too.