it began as a silent love.

Squinted glares and focused sighs

Deciding what bagel to pair with my caramel macchiato is a special type of art 

Same little cafe on the corner, same time of day 

Same eye contact with the girl I’ve never met 

She drinks green tea when it is sunny 

And milk with a little coffee on the days it rains

Our glances of stolen time were always just long enough

Long enough to bring us back each day

How much can you say over a cup of unshared coffee

How many minutes of face observation equal a proper introduction

How does time fly by in your presence

But stand still outside of that little cafe on the corner

Words never left the holster of our tongues

Yet the silence we shared seemed to tell us everything we wanted to know

A silent love is a love that cannot be destroyed with words

There will be no mornings where we wonder if we said all we had to say the night before

Her heart will never be an incomplete sentence

My feelings will never be a mispronunciation 

Our hesitation of spoken words

Will be the topic of all our conversations

We stared a little longer today

Showed more teeth in my smile

Until tomorrow my silent beauty

Thank heaven for this little cafe on the corner

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