Coffee Stains

v: little numbers

She stares at those

seven little numbers

that she's written on

a dirty napkin. She

wonders, for a brief

moment, if she should

call him.

Meanwhile he, Humphrey, waits

and waits and waits for the pretty

coffee drinking girl to call him

not knowing that she won't,

he thinks of her fondly while

slurping peppermint tea.

He thinks that she is

the prettiest girl he's ever

seen with her sleek auburn hair

and the softest looking pink lips

that were drawn up into a snarl

every time she saw him order a

tea at that coffee shop.

He thinks that she seems perfect,

at least, from a far. Every time he's

gone to that little café he's seen her

writing in a battered journal, watching

him through slitted eyes, and sipping

coffee like a queen.

He thinks that he'd like to get to know

the pretty auburn haired coffee drinking

girl. He thinks he would ask her about her

favorite color, food, genre of music, etc.

Humphrey thinks he'd also ask her if she

really, really, really does like drinking

that liquid tar, coffee (And what her name is!).

But as he, Humphrey, sits slurping

up his peppermint tea he has yet to realize

that he is wasting his time;

she, the pretty coffee loving

freak who goes by the name of

Ally, won't call him.

She is scared, staring

at those seven little

numbers that she's written

on a dirty napkin. She

wonders, for a brief

moment, if she should

call him. But then deciding

that the tea boy couldn't

possibly be serious about her

calling, she crumples up the

dirty napkin and throws it away.