finding what needs to be found

i see a purse

on the counter.

someone has left it there.

it looks expensive.

black leather

with a silver

snap.

i look around the 

crowded coffee

shop

and immediately

know who's it is.

a woman in the back,

reading.

i bring it to her.

she says

thank you, thank you.

everything important

to me is in

there.

how did you know

it was mine?

i shrug.

i don't know how,

beats me, i just did