Strangers in Coffee Shops

you look out of the window,
on a rainy sunday, gently holding the coffee with both hands
the coffee shop is filled with noise and discussion
but you sit there, quietly staring out into the world
i wonder what would happen if i walked over to you,
if i sat across from you,
introduced myself
i wonder if we would fall in love
i wonder

do you like your coffee black or with cream and sugar
do you prefer tea over coffee
are you a dog or cat person
what habits do you have
what do you love to do
do you love fully or are you scared to fall in love at all

i wonder if we would be lost in each other
what if our lives started in this small coffee shop
if one day we would walk by this coffee shop, hand in hand,
and you would laugh and remind me of how awkward it was
but how you knew since then that we would be together forever

if one sunny day, years from now,
i lead you into this coffee shop,
sit you down where you are sitting now
get down on one knee and ask you to marry me
i wonder

i wonder what our lives would be together
you and i
how many times would you break my heart
and how many times would i break yours
i wonder what it’s like to wake up next to you
how you look in the morning
how you look at night
what your smile is like
what your hands feel like

i wonder
as you gather your things
and walk out the door
leaving behind
the what ifs
that i wasn’t brave enough to find out.

Passage of Emotions

My attempt at poetic prose writing.


Without sound, she beckoned for tomorrow to arrive in a timely and swift manner. She would not tolerate tardiness and incompetence.

It was as if she commanded the sun to rise in the east with a gentle movement of her hand. It was as if she hung the moon in the sky after the sun set so the world would not be shrouded in darkness. It was as if she led an army of soldiers into battle for a war that she waged on herself.

Her eyes glazed as she slowly breathed the world in. She felt every particle in the atmosphere collide onto her skin and lay gently on the surface, patiently waiting their turn to dwell within her bones. Like the slow ripples of disturbed water, she reacted to the sound of her own loneliness. The initial drop of her heart and the rapid turns within her mind, she felt everything all at once. The impact of the emotions running into the walls of her skin left her uneasy and shaken. She trembled into a sudden motion of fear and anxiety. A quick reminder of her failures and a note of her insecurities flashed within the illuminated corners of her mind. Projected onto the walls inside her skull, she watched the movies of her past and her imagined future. Shocks of intense wonder and terror reached the tips of her fingers as she drew them into a fist that she placed on her lap. All this within the milliseconds of time as the thin, plastic hand of the clock swung.

Jaws tightened and her limbs stiffened, she stared out the window of her dimly lit room and breathed out the words that reminded her of the tomorrow that would soon arrive within a few hours:

It’ll pass.”