The coffee shop

Posted on by rehmanjafar

When I first saw her,
she was standing all alone
Besides that coffee shop
Had a notebook in her hand
I could see
Something she had written and drawn
I wished she wasn’t waiting for anyone
If she was
I wished it would be me

She turned around and
Started walking away
from the coffee shop
Then stopped halfway and
Turned and walked
And entered the coffee shop

She sat down at the table closest to the window
She saw outside
Not at me, not at anyone else
She just looked like
One looks while they stand at the edge of the mountain
Taking it all in

She picked up that notebook
And started writing something
Then her coffee came
I did not see her order anything
Maybe she came here often

It has been days now
The waiter knows
My taste in coffee now

This is something I just wrote, did not edit a single line. This is fictional. 🙂

Published by rehmanjafar

Hello there, You've found your way after visiting all sorts of websites on what we call the internet. Congratulations! While I do not know what brings you here but I hope you find it here or get closer to finding it. I prefer being called J and I like doing a lot of things which means I am not really great at anything. Trying to work on it but the mind is a funny thing. Please feel free to tell me what brings you here. Leave me a note. Also, you will find photographs, stories, and a bit of poetry on this blog. Have a good time! - J https://rehmanjafar.com/

32 thoughts on “The coffee shop”

  3. Enjoyed this one . I think you should take this further.
    Am guessing there’s a typo though ( beside ) or you intended besides?

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  7. Sometimes when you just write, letting your thoughts flow out from your mind to the keyboard, it turns out to be your best work. I find that my writing flows sometimes, and at other times there is so much blocking my thoughts that I cannot put word to keyboard, pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, thought to blog.

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    1. This is very true. There are days and nights when I write constantly and freely but then there are days, weeks and even months where I can’t put a word together. It is a mystery that is yet to be solved.

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  9. I followed the link in Miss Book Thief’s blog. It’s good to know the context for her follow-up. I want to reach my arm into your poem, shake your protagonist’s shoulder and say, “Go on! Speak to her! I know what she’s thinking.”

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      1. Yes, it’s a shame that it’s fiction, but I guess that at least means I’m free to decide what happens in the end. (Is that wedding bells I hear?)

        Anyway, thank you for your kind reply. Have a wonderful week. 🙂

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