just a glance.
she's very pretty.
i look her way, she looks
away.
i think about
going over to her and
introducing myself.
i don't see a ring.
is she too young for me
though?
she's awful pretty.
that hair,
those eyes. i begin making
life long plans
for the both of us.
she looks again, but this
time she points at
her blouse.
i point at my shirt, as if
to say, me.
you want me?
she makes a circular
motion with her fingers,
which i figure
means i love you
in sign language
or something like
that.
then i look down
and see the coffee stain
on my shirt.
the lid on my cup is loose
and has been leaking
everywhere.
my heart is broken, once
more.
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