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.

30 thoughts on “At the coffee shop-

    1. Tee hee … exactly. Since I started my manuscript, I find myself gathering all sorts of characteristics and behaviour traits for my story, while stood in the bank queue, or idly watching others order their fish and chips, at the chinese takeaway counter…

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