maybe, someday

2 // booth

brooklyn

it was nearing nine am

and for the past twenty

minutes i had been sitting

in this stupid small booth

in the corner, waiting.

waiting for someone who

was said to show up but

might have only said that

to be a massive douche,

knowing i would have

actually woken up early

just to meet him.

it’s not like i was a morning

person, it took a lot of

strength to pull myself

out of bed and out of the

house into the cooled icy

weather, where my boots

sunk into snow.

already, i was in a bad

mood which would be

impossible for me to get

out of, irritation already

seeping through the pores

of my skin.

“excuse me miss,”

i rolled my eyes, staring out

the fogged up window,

oh now, he wanted to be a

gentleman when he was late

as ever.

“brooklyn”

“what?!” i snapped turning

my head with a glare only

to be met with wide blue

eyes upon a stunned face.

you weren’t him, you were

you and here you were,

one year and a few months

later, standing in front of

me like you’ve seen a ghost

while i stared at you with

mimicked eyes.

there were times i had hoped,

wished, and dreamed of seeing

you again; now here you

were and all i wanted to do

was slither under the table

and shield myself from your

eyes.