Outside the Cafe Window, Nine in the Morning
The coffee cups set between the two of them are just as they were, and I look on from outside the window, like someone who has never sat in that seat. It was this same hour, that day too.
The coffee cups set between the two of them are just as they were, and I look on from outside the window, like someone who has never sat in that seat. It was this same hour, that day too.
There was a day when a child's fingerprints on the window showed doubled, two layers over each other. The person smiling on the inside wasn't me.
This morning a cherry petal I met at the subway entrance stuck to my shoe and I walked a long way with it. Awkward to wipe off, so I just left it.
Going down the stairs with the cherry petal still on my shoe, I saw the same petal on the shoes of the person standing ahead of me.