Sitting in this coffee shop,
My friends up at the counter,
I can only stare out the window,
And into the sea of people
I notice each and everything about them,
The way they walk and hold their bags.
I see old and young couples stride past,
The elderly slowly making their way,
Hand in hand.
The teenage girls laughing and flirting,
And the guys thinking they might get lucky.
It was then I realized I almost laughed,
Because they are no where near to
What I have.
For the longest time I despised it here,
The shops and restaurants and people.
But what made me the most sick at my stomach,
Was the happy young couples who had everything
That I didn't.
I guess you could call it envy,
Thats what I felt when I saw them.
But this time was different...
I felt pity torwards the happy
I slip away into one of my fantasys,
And once again I see you and I.
Hand in hand and smiles displayed.
People turn their heads and look upon us
But of course when I snap back its just
Another young couple walking past.
Although one day...one day that will be us.
Though we will have something more amazing
Then anyone could imagine.
Written November 18th,2007