Spilt Coffee

Raining lightly sometime in the evening,

Sitting by the corner window at the coffee shop

I gaze through the window and think of you

When we first met I didn’t think much of you

I couldn’t remember your name 

You didn’t seem that important in any sense

We rarely ever spoke and maybe I even ignored you

Was I blind or maybe just ignorant?

Could I have been that oblivious? 

You were always around 

For the sake of obligations I suppose

I don’t think I could have said what color your eyes are 

Or even recognize the sound of your voice 

Did I even introduce myself?

Maybe what we become familiar with is what we become fond of 

To fall for you was to hardly get to know you

The first time I saw you smile was the first time I felt like I knew you 

Your voice became the only one I wanted to hear inside my head

Your eyes suggested the idea that I would forever mean something to you

Is this what it feels like to be in love?

You can touch me in the slightest way yet it feels like the greatest force on earth

To be anywhere near you makes me feel one step closer to eternity

You are so pure and you smell like heaven

I know this confession is not to any great extent and maybe the meaning is buried far too deep

But maybe, do you think we are meant to be?

If you take my hand I promise I'll never let go

To love and to protect you till death do us part

I know this sounds crazy but is it really

Please say you do

You can't deny the facts whereof

Some say you will know

Some say you may never know

Could this be a part of both?

I feel this and I think you do too

Tell me its real

The rain picked up and thunder roared nearby

Followed by a lightening strike which made the lights flicker

Startled, I spilt the majority of my coffee onto the table in front of me

What if it's not real?

Could this be just fiction dreams from within my head?

Does this have anything to do with you being with someone else?

Am I wrong to think this way of you

Will you ever want to be with me?

You are nothing I thought I would want however,

You are everything that I would ever need

Something that seems to be true love 

Something I could never be subjected to

The rain stopped and so did the storm

I gathered my things and began to leave

I think I've got it all wrong

How could this be a one sided connection

You can't be real

I think you're just a made up character in my head.