One day you walk into a cafe and there he is.
Even for a hundred years,
It’s simple as that.
That souls we pass by everyday,
As easy as that.
There’s this one who will always feel familiar.
Then forever after, you spend your life, walking into cafes, hoping he’ll magically appear. Like he did the first time.
Even if you haven’t known their name yet.
Or there would be someone else, just like him, sitting, with his head buried in a book.
None would matter after the crossroad.
He would turn to look at you and it would all begin again.
And it’ll leave you running on relapse.
NOTICE: the italicize words are from Lang Leav’s poem, Hope. | via Daily Prompt