“Coffee stains the mind” she says,
Across the table where she sat,
I turned to look her way to see
If it’s me she’s looking at…
...
She stares blankly
at the door
Half-closed, or half-open,
She doesn't know
...
Her smile used to blend well with the stars.
Almost a dream,
An enchantment,
A masterpiece…
...
she's the most beautiful thing
you've ever seen
she's probably the reason why your planet
spins
...