Was it she
Did he see
Maybe
His mind had finally slipped
Into the realm of imaginary
Coincidence
Condolence
Wish he
Knew which one
So he could console his conscience
That was yesterday
And the thing about lightning
As they say
It isn’t quite impossible
For it to strike twice
But it’s a rarity
And today
She was sitting in front of him
At the same café
Playing with her hair
The same way
Had been
For at least an hour
Before he was done work
Now he was sure
Realising his first hesitation
Wasn’t doubt
He didn’t trust his impulses anymore
What would it hurt
He was only going to say
Hello
It shouldn’t matter
About the dirt on his shirt
So he walked over
“I was just about to leave.
I thought you were too dense to notice.
Or didn’t you see
All my provocative poses?”
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