I'll See You Soon

She seems preoccupied-- like there's something more troubling than missing trains. It's all confusing, isn't it? She shakes her leg and so do I and we begin to tap to the same rhythm. She takes her glasses and blows fog onto her lenses, wiping them squeaky clean. She's so unsure of everything except the fact that she likes too much alcohol and good coffee. It feels like we've met before? I guess it doesn't matter too much because cold creamer and hard caffeine makes me all too jittery to remember much. I still wonder why you're leaving so early. I guess things are much too exciting to be at one place for too long. She glances and passes and half-smiles her way through, like there's always nothing un-wrong with the seamless mis-stitching on her black laced boots.

Why is she so excited? She pauses, as her large round eyes glare deep into the bound pages and her lips purse slightly upward with an oddly lacking conviction. It seems that she's spent a lot of time figuring things out so far but she's still where she started. She's still overthinking things. The girl looks up and shifts her upper lip. She moves too quickly like the lining by the sea, moving so rapidly to noises and feelings and sounds like ocean crashing against sand. She smiles at a boy and he smiles back and she looks away. Maybe this satisfaction that doesn't seem all too fulfilling. 

She's holding flowers wrapped in nice brown canvas paper-- how familiar. I wonder who they're for or why she's smiling. I wonder who made her happy and how he did it. I wonder if she's really smiling and if he's smiling too. I guess these things don't necessarily matter, but they're nice to think about at times like these in order to pass the time. Maybe she's not actually happy. She has nice eyes-- so awkwardly melancholic against her bright expression. 

There's an absence of things, that makes me excited and I don't ever want it to leave.