At Starbucks sipping Awake tea when Coldplay’s Scientist comes on.

When this phenomenal brunette comes in: literally stunning my raised cup freezes halfway to my mouth.

She’s weighed down by boxing sale bags and the sad small lie she’s not beautiful.

Orders her hot drink when somebody calls her mobile exacerbating her mood. The standard tone of the familiar when talking to the dense.

Slamming the phone shut she grabs her hot drink and sits down: shoulders slowly deflating like a balloon with a hole.

She’s so lonely at her table in a store bursting with life.

I packed up my books, my Awake tea and left without saying a word:
“Running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part.”

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