Sunday, November 13, 2011

Cold Coffee

It was a passing glance,
But yet you remember
The face that walked by -

How the pair of eyes so big
Looked into yours and quickly
Turned back to the floor.

Or the sheepish smile
From the momentary
Feeling of awkwardness.

But most of all, you replay
The small of her voice whispering
Something you can't hear.

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