Please, Just Be There Poem by Jared Ashby

I went for a walk today,
Down to my favorite spot.
I saw a girl there,
Staring out into the water,
-smiling.
She looked at me and whispered:
-'not here.'

I saw her later in the library as well,
She was thumbing through
a collection of Yeats.
But as she lowered the book,
To show only her eyes,
She said to me again:
-'not here'

I needed to get a coffee,
So I left right away,
And there she was,
Sitting by the window,
Sipping her warm brew.
A tear rolled down my cheek
As she glanced at me and smiled.