What do you want from him?
and far too complex and away for you.
Two different branches of excellencies,
do not come together,
over a cup of coffee
as sweet as it sounds, yes.
But I am a bookshop,
passed over by tired eyes and quick
He is something else entirely.
Like the small streams of rainwater,
the kind that ran down your old
car window and staining
water beaten porches.
Self-development , self-assurance,
He is the most important, in his world.
Worldly, is what he is looking for.
In the wrong pages, I presume.
I'd rather not get involved, but
he is much the unique warmth
that I have not seen
in a very long time.
What an eminent flame.
Boasting with future and good riddance.
All while, I am fine here with a small
coffee in my hand,
at an empty table.
I wrote about that once,
the possibility of company.
It's an old envisage that I continue to
fall in love with.
"Oh, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby...", ha
"Oh, Giovanni, Giovanni, Giovanni..."
I shushed jokingly as I sat down beside him.