Coffee Shop Encounter

It was a quiet afternoon of reminiscingimage
Nostalgia lingered in the sunlit air
intermingling with the sweet aroma of coffee
as I sipped and leaned back in my chair

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He walked up to me as I sat by the window
I waited to see what he wanted to say
Your skin is the color of my mocha’, he smiled.
‘Just a notch deeper than your café au lait.’

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With his jet black hair and Mediterranean eyes
And a physique worthy of a prize winning stallion
His confident air and his subtle smirk
He had to be greek, or maybe a charming Italian

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Long hair in a messy bun that didn’t care
jeans ripped in strategic places
His gaze never left my quizzical eyes
obscuring everyone else’s faces

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He waited for me to respond
mere seconds since his saunter
Forever engraving in my mind,
This coffee shop encounter…

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