Met a pretty girl in a coffee shop,
an old acquaintance, of sorts;
After a nervous hello and extreme dehydration,
we shared a cup of coffee, over pleasant conversation;
We spoke quite a bit, I was a little out of breath,
of travels vast and days of past, and oddly enough, of death.
With the sweetest smile, and a glimmer of wonder,
she spoke of her insatiable, lust for wander’ing;
And as the coffee was over and our time, up,
I bid adieu to this angel with an awkward, hand-shake-hug.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar