Florescent lights outline the shadows
A flicker from the window gives a hint to the secrets
Behind the eyes there is movement
Unsure stirring of the mind
Unsure contemplation of the soul
What is happening behind your distant façade?
Are you dreaming?
Are you scared?
Hands shake against the counter
One small coffee
A drumming of the fingers along the rail
A small pastry to go
Just a second allows the eyes to meet
Approachment seems foolish
Approachment seems necessary
Torn between what is and what might be
What are you seeing?
Unknown, unaware, unseen
Another face, maybe another time
Goodbye my ambiguous