Coming Back to Me
She sat in her seat at the scratched up white card table.
She spoke excitedly about an amorous outing her and a stranger had planned.
She told me she thought he might be the one, that he seemed like a true gentlemen.
I could spot the budding love in her blurry eyes.
He walked through the buzzer protected door with her favorite flowers in hand. His face birthed a smile as he sat down and held her hand, calling her darling.
