Maybe we can sit down for
a black coffee and
chew on a baguette in a park
this winter
When we me make eye contact again,
I do not want it to seem
like I thought about
You everyday everywhere
but simply thought about you
in that moment, the week prior,
here and there
Well only if you
thought of me,
then I will let
that information flow out of
the
eyes (that I hope you dreamt about)
Queue the butterflies bursting
out of the chest,
and a kiss under fluorescent lighting
