Monday, May 30, 2022

Penny For your Thoughts


 Sitting in a corner of a lonely cafe' nursing my cold drink and brooding. The sounds around me are muffled, intangible conversations, and empty laughter of people sharing their day. I barely noticed how slowly they dissipate like bubbles popping in the wind as I am left withdrawn in my pensive mood.


Something... something for SAM...!


SNAP!

And I am pulled back to reality, half expecting to find you smiling back at me through the sea of strangers queuing for their caffeine fix.


three letters

one syllable...

that is all I need


and my heart skips a beat




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