PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We made eye contact.  She had an Espresso and coyly looked up from her hardback edition of “Second Hand Souls” by Christopher Moore.  So she likely has a warped sense of humor, I think to myself.  I darted my eyes away to avoid the cardinal sin of staring.  My chai latte was getting cold anyway.  I was scribbling notes haphazardly on a memo pad thinking that I was a real writer.  Through peripheral vision, I noted her looking at me a couple times.  It was either horror or intrigue or maybe a splash of both.  A fantasy romance quickly ensued only to be vanquished when the last sip of chai was consumed and I realized she already left the café.

Quick fanciful look

curiosity was piqued

she looked back at me

yet hence the moment did pass

she fades into memory