Chance Encounter

Sitting in a coffee shop corner table, tea no longer steaming but still warm. The glass door bending the mid-morning sun catches my eye. I instinctively look up and glimpse her silhouette. My heart skips a beat as she walks towards the counter.

I sit up, mesmerized as if the rest of the world had fallen from beneath me. A pang of guilt fills me as I can’t turn away, can’t take my eyes off her. She is tall, beautiful, imperfect, and all together, together. She radiates a confidence that captivates me, holds me and wraps me up like a helpless suitor unwittingly entangled in her web.

The barista hands her a cup as she turns on a heel. For a moment I’m certain she glances my way. Maybe she notices but keeps her cards close as she walks past me. I try to smile but can only breathe her in as she continues out of my life.

With a deep sigh, I return to my morning ritual. She lingers on my senses for a moment, then impulsively, I jump to my feet and race for the door.

This might be my one chance…

…but I’m too late.
Standing on the sidewalk scanning the cityscape,
she’s gone as quickly as she arrived.

Photo Credit: Unknown
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


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