The Window

The smell of caffeine fills the air. I know caffeine isn't a smell, but caffeine creates an energy that hits my senses in the same way. For the past two months, I have come and sat at the same cafe, attempting to surround myself with a feeling other than loneliness. I choose a seat by the window, hoping to catch additional energy from those passing by on the street. I'm not sure if coming here helps, but then again I don't know how bad I might feel if I didn't come.

I tell myself that I am here to revel in the simple joys of everyday life. Staying at home has become tiresome. I long for interaction.

But I'm really here to catch a glimpse of you. Through the window I watch. I don't want to forget. You remind me of the possibility of happiness.

The weather is shifting. Your attire is my weather gauge. From an overcoat to a light sweater. Spring is in the air -- a new hope for some. For me, the budding trees are just an unpleasant reminder that change is inevitable.

The sight of you makes me hurt, but right now I live for the bittersweet. I may have been forgotten, but I won't forget you.