At the coffee shop-

At the coffee shop-

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I look at every person and wonder
what demons they are hiding,
what secrets they keep buried,
The turmoil they are going through,
the tragedy they’ve experienced.

I wonder,
At the reasons behind
the anger,
the irritation,
The smiles,
the nonchalance.

I wonder,
As I take my spot,
Of whom I’m standing next to;
What made your life the way it is
What fuelled your coffee passion.

I take my cup,
Head out the door,
Knowing no more than my guesses.
I wonder if they wonder
What I wonder when our eyes meet.