Here we go again;
The girl-
With the notebook;
The boy,
With his hopes up,
Today will be the day,
I can see the eagerness-
In the way,
He twitches his left foot,
Sifts his fingers
Through raven hair;
How doesn’t she notice.
I pass his coffee- the usual
He smiles;
I sigh;
The girl has arrived,
Note in hand, gaze down
I notice, I just notice
The flushed cheeks
Twirling hair-
She was into him, too;
I sigh again
At the hopelessness of lovers.
Do I bring these two
Together;
Tell him to tell her;
But then-
I’m only a waiter
I move on to the next order
Leaving the lovers-
To another day of
I wish I’d said something…
So, I came across this awesome poem by Rupali, “The girl in the bookstore” which inspired me to write this poem. But that’s not all, Rupali’s poem was actually inspired by one written by are Rehman Jafar “The coffee shop“. Thank you guys for inspiring me.
The above image is courtesy of The bw photo
Very well presented. Was the waiter simply an observer, or an envious outsider? I loved the last line because it is a little ambiguous. Should she have broken the barrier between the two at the table? Should she have expressed her own feelings to the boy (after all “He smiles. I sigh.”). Wonderful Ameena.
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I love your analysis of this poem. I was planning on making the waiter a lover, but then didn’t know how to fit it in without confusing readers so I ended up with the waiter, being an observer to their little love play.
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I think you did make the waiter a lover simply with the “He smiles. I sigh.” I cannot think of any other reason to sigh but in wishful thinking; of dreaming of what might be; of wishing that she was sitting at that table. 🙂 Nice one!
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Who knew my poem would create a trail and the poetry you and Miss Book Thief posted would be so amazing. This is amazing, I loved your perspective as well, the one I never thought of. Thank you Ameena. 🙂
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Haha, I know right! But really your poem is wonderful. And I’m glad you like it. You mentioned, the waiter already knew his order, I figured, the waiter must have noticed his daily actions too.
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You read my piece with great observation. 🙂
Thank you for writing it. 🙂
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That’s wonderful!! I loved your poem and the inspirations as well. 🙂
Good one and Merry Christmas dear!! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you very much Nimmi. Yeah, I loved the inspirations. I actually don’t celebrate Christmas, but thank you. 🙂
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Pleasure is mine dear! And its totally okay… It’s a kind of spreading love 🙂
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Great poem! I think eventually the two of them will figure it out, but a little help may not have been such a bad idea. 🙂
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Yeah, I think so too.. I hope they get the courage to make the move.
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Aww this is so cute! I hope the waiter says something next time 😉
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Hehe, thanks Chelsea. You think so? 😁
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I think he will wait and see what they do on their own 😉
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I love this poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you for reading it. Glad you like it. 🙂
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Lovely poem! Merry Christmas! 😍🎄🎉🎉🎉
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Thank you!!! 😄
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I’m so loving following the story!! Happy Holidays, Ameena!! 😀
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Thank you Annie 😄
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Ameena, this is so lovely. ❤ I loved this. 😀
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Thank You Rupali 😊
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You’re welcome. ^_^
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Amazing poem. Keep writing and sharing more.
Merry Christmas 🌲
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Thank you very much 😊
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Merry Christmas 🎊🎉🎁
Enjoy💕💕
Keep smiling, ☺
-glee sparkle💖
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Thank you for all the read. I really appreciate you taking the time. 😄
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Cute poem! Maybe those two still have hope of finding each other. 🙂
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Thank you Pj. I think they will, eventually.
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Absolutely love this poem! Partially because it just reminds me of a friend and I. He loves his coffee – makes it for me sometimes too – and I always have my notebook. We’re both in our own worlds too afraid to speak out. Loving the fact you captured a snapshot of it.
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Aww, I am so glad you could relate to it and the pleasure is mine. I also an coffee drinker, one thing we have in common 😄
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If I was the waiter I would probably say something. Haha. I like seeing people flourishing in love/like etc.
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Haha, I know! Me too.
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I love this poem, reminded me of my love of people watching when waitressing. Ha, Happy Holidays dear!
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I love watching people too! Well, as long as they don’t realise it 😀 and thank you, glad you like it.
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Reblogged this on girlinterruptedx.
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You are damn a better poet than me. You are just ethereal. The senses were amazing. 🙂
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charming 🙂
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Thank you! 😄
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was a pleasure to read 🙂
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I loved the way it is being viewed from different perspectives and this is beautiful 🙂
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Thank you very much! 😄
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I have tried to make another POV out of this magic. Please do check it out 🙂
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Nice. I will do Adhi 🙂
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