Coffee Shop Observations

I could sit at this coffee shop all night
Watching
Listening
Reading people
I like to imagine what their stories are
We all have one, you know
The girl at the table for two in the back corner sits alone
She has books and papers
But she's distracted
Glancing at the door
Anxious
Waiting
Waiting
What's her story?
On the couches in the middle sit four best friends
Three boys
One girl
They're talking a bit too loud for an evening at the coffee shop, but no one complains
They can't seem to stop laughing
And we all watch them, envious of their bliss
But I see the way he looks at her
She doesn't give it a second thought, but he leans a little closer to hear her
His eyes dart to her after every joke
It breaks my heart
The other two friends don't even notice
Just me
What's his story?
There's a little girl, no more than six, sitting with her father
He hasn't put his phone down since I've been here
And she's just staring out the window
What's her story?
Life is so damn hard
For everyone
My coffee shop observations are humble
But their stories are not
I wonder if anyone tells my story
But they don't
I know they don't
Because my story is simply theirs
Lonely in the back corner still waits as I collect my things
Rejected still looks at his love with diamonds in his eyes
Forgotten breaks her stare just long enough to look longingly at her father
And I pick up my things and go.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good ending to a amazing poem. I enjoyed the good description. I like how you described the people and the surprising ending. Sometime we forget the people who mean the most to us. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Molly Garnet]

Gosh, thank you!!