A face with no name
Café Rendezvous
Tanning booth legs exposed in her too tight dress
Hair is tidy, she can’t be a mess
She looks down at the tiny glowing screen
The pictures pick her up with dopamine
As her eyes stay down glued to the scrolling scenes
Through the glass door she walks
She struts to a window seat for good lighting while she talks
Her mouth is shut not a word is leaking
Her fingers are the ones that do the speaking
Fake hearts on screens is what she looks for, she doesn’t know it’s not what she’s truly seeking
She was just told by the people
That the only thing worth caring about is pictures without personality
He serves her coffee with cinnamon just the way she likes it
He memorized her order since she moved here
He can’t get her face out of his mind
He thinks about her all the time
But he never gets to see her eyes
They’re always speaking to the screen
He leaves a note next to the cup
But she’s too preoccupied with her fake hearts to pick it up
He walks away and waits until tomorrow
Hoping the next day he can help her with her fake sorrows
He knows she has beauty deeper than her darkest tan
He just wants to help her take a stand
He sees the screen drowning her like quicksand
She waits for the hearts to appear
But they don’t and her hope disappears
She glances down at her note and sees a smile
Little does she know it’s been there for a while
She gazes at the counter and sees a familiar face
A face with no name
She wants to talk to him but her anxiety takes her away
The next day she walks through the glass again
This time with less authority
More sadness and looking more lonely
He brings coffee to the girl with the screen
Except this time it’s not there
The eyes have finally arrived
He can’t get over the ocean of tears he sees being held back by pride
He offers a smile
The tears come spilling out like papers trapped in a dusty file
She sees her reflection in his eyes
The answer is now clearer
She doesn’t need fake hearts
All she needs is to smile in the mirror
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