Coffee Shop

Staring through the window of this new coffee shop,

with you staring back.

The shop's business hours plastered on the window,

being the only thing between us.

When you finally decide to walk in I try not to make eye contact,

as to not let you know I need you to sit down.

But you knew,

You sat down and nothing was spoken for minutes.

But in those minutes so much more was said

than we could ever articulate in that time.

I assume that the desperation in my eyes was enough,

you had to leave.

So you did,

I watched you leave,

through the steam of a business man’s cappuccino being made.

Before you walked out I thought you were were going to turn,

but you just stood there for a few seconds and walked out.

I sat there for, I don’t know how long,

thinking maybe you would come back,

secretly hoping you never would.

I walked to the pizza shop next door,

and decided that would be my coffee shop,

and that I didn’t need anyone to come and meet me there.

Ryan Sickles, Grade 10

Creative Writing Major