ten minutes of you
A Poem by Yheela
Our eyes meet. Over cups of coffee. Standing on the street.
Your collar turned up to protect you from the cold.
A bashful smile. We look away. Try to listen to the one we’re with.
My mittens soaking up the heat from the paper coffee cup.
It becomes a game. Who will catch the other looking. Who will blush first.
Our eyes lock and we are the only ones in the world.
Coffees forgotten. Turning cold. The January sun setting.
A final smile before life drags us away in opposite directions.
© 2016 Yheela
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Added on January 24, 2016
Last Updated on January 24, 2016
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YheelaGotene, Sweden
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Reader, geek, published poet and author, gamer, nerd, mom, lazy, N7, wannabe, kind, Browncoat, ironic, Borderlander, crafty and a lot more ...
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