coffee Shop

As she drops her bag upon the chair

And orders her favorite cup of coffee

She sits in her comfort

This is her home

. . . away from Home

 

Life may be good

But behind those eyes lie secrets

Her smile not often genuine

People do care for her

Yet she struggles to reciprocate

Only her child she truly appreciates

 

So she comes here alone

Looking at others sitting or passing

Wondering what life would be like if . . .

Yes life is good

 

But she loves her solo time

One day she won’t though

Till then the reality of her actions

and the fairy tale in her mind

Continue the struggle

as she innocently sips from her cup.


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