Just a girl.

There’s a girl,

Somewhere seated alone in a coffee shop,

Headphones on,

Sipping her weekly usual.

Shuffled is her playlist,

Scrolling through emails,

Camera roll—

You know,

That day-to-day shit.

Learning to love alone time,

Growing more patient.

Lost in a daze, no trace of yesterday,

Or the waves of thoughts

Her yearnings might obey.

Watching the passing couplets,

Wondering what phase they’re in—

Is it the honeymoon,

Or the slow roast of many years

Settling in?

She wouldn’t say she’s lonely,

Maybe a tad bit distant.

The nature of reality

Makes life seem

Like one never-ending mission.

No time for stillness, no space to breathe,

Constantly pushing the boundaries of need.

Out of touch with her true element,

She’s finding it harder to cope.

“I’m just a girl,” she says,

When faced with big decisions.

Waiting to be noticed,

A romantic truly hopeless—

Awaiting to be approached,

Courted,

Escorted.

Weaving through the crowds,

the broadness of his shoulders,

Yet the willingness to lower his crown.

In her mind, she’s in the clouds,

But this picture,

The only tether to the ground.

A vision she keeps secret,

Veiled behind a smile.

Looking up, realization strikes—

“Wow, it’s been awhile…”