I sat in the corner of a small coffee shop;
Alone;
Sipping (your) coffee and trying to drown my thoughts in a book;
But the words swirled into a stream of literature and spilled off the pages; cascading to the floor.
I was scared that if I’d moved from my seat I would slip on the words;
So I just sat quietly;
Motionless;
Staring out of the window, onto a crowded street full of busy people;
With busy lives;
And busy thoughts.

For the first time in a long time I truly missed you.