maybe, someday

5 // assumptions

landon

“i’m meeting someone.”

the three words that repeated

in my head over and over again.

i don’t know why i expected you

to be alone; maybe, because i

longed that there was something

still there.

that even after all of the fuck ups

part of you would still love me,

even if it was only the size of your

pinky.

then again, i was foolish and selfish

for thinking that you would be

waiting for my call.

especially since it took me to use

another to realize i had loved you

all along.

your lips were moving as your eyes

kept darting away from me to the table

top between each word. it was as if

everything around me was put on

mute while i still processed the idea

of you waiting for someone.

“i’ll just take it to go…”

“take what?” i questioned then realizing

what you meant when your eyes roamed

my pen and notepad. “ohhh, right.”

 “i’ll just take tea and he’ll have coffee,

black.” he. of course there was a he, again,

how could i even think otherwise when i

thenhad my own she.

 

with a nod i left in silence back to the

bar; took a few orders and made your two

cups. every time i head the bell above

the shop door ring, i’d tense and lurk

towards the door hoping to catch a glimpse

of someone who sparked your interest.

with two to go cups in each hand, i froze

in spot at the person across from you.

there was a him but not a him i would

expect. this him didn’t spark your interest

but only shared the color of your eyes

and the shape of your nose.