Hallo sir,
how do you do?
I have a tale,
I think you should hear it.
You come here daily,
for your black coffee,
no sugar and a muffin.
I sound like a stalker,
well that's because I am.
I try to get you attention,
but all is in vain.

Remember the girl you accidentally bumped into,
almost poured coffee on her white blouse,
that was me.
Recall the lady that fainted the other day,
you almost held me before landing,
but someone else was faster than you.
There was a time you almost hit me,
you were driving that nice Pajero,
yet I was fastening my laces,
after a morning run.
I was there on purpose,
hoped you would try to see if I was okay,
but all was in vain,
for you drove away,
without hitting me.

Am no ******,
that I promise.
I just think am attracted,
to you.
You may not know it,
but you are one handsome fella,
and your physique,
that is another day's story.

I am out of ideas,
that might get your attention,
so promise me,
that you will notice me,
the next time we meet.
That is all I had to say,
now you may go.

sand crusted eyes and auburn tint hair
honeyeaters chirping outside the window
“you’re not the same bloke you used to be”
I feel a drenched wetsuit graze my face
“you just going to stare at me? get up!”
she opens all the living room windows as I stretch out upon the couch
the hardwood floors are lukewarm
I can smell the saltwater from here
I almost forgot what the horizon looked like
“grab your board, I want to show you a spot”
she said as she rushed out the front door
I could hear the pajero start from the kitchen
I scampered down the stairs and tossed my board on the upper racks
as we drove, we traced all the familiar roads
filled with the sweetest memories
the music faded in and out with small static in between- it felt almost feverish
we rolled to a stop on a questionable trail
she could see the confusion in my eyes but I knew I could trust her
we began the hike of what felt like forever
upon surfacing from the trees
I saw what I only thought I’d see in my dreams
so captivating- I stopped and stared
the sand felt like cloth and the water was flat
“all the legends start here”
she began running to the water and I trailed close behind
and for a split second we were 10 years old again
racing each other to the shore
she always won anyways-
we paddled far beyond the outside
the sun began to break the horizon
we sat and watched as it reflected on the water
I brushed my hand upon the surface
It was like touching a painting
I felt weightless
I closed my eyes
I could feel the warmth upon my skin

“I guess you’re a benny now”
“I guess I am”

there was a bit of silence that past-

“are you alright?”
“yeah, it’s just good to be home…”