ten minutes of you

Our eyes meet. Over cups of coffee. Standing on the street.

Your collar turned up to protect you from the cold.

A bashful smile. We look away. Try to listen to the one we’re with.

My mittens soaking up the heat from the paper coffee cup.

It becomes a game. Who will catch the other looking. Who will blush first.

Our eyes lock and we are the only ones in the world.

Coffees forgotten. Turning cold. The January sun setting.

A final smile before life drags us away in opposite directions.

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