Dear Stranger

I saw you there
in the coffee shop
drinking coffee.

I saw your bible open
and your journal too
while you drank your coffee.

It’s not that I didn’t see your long blonde hair
Or appreciate your beautiful eyes
Or notice your curves.

But those things are common
especially among the young
I see pretty girls every day…

But I do not see
open bibles and journals
next to cups of coffee.

It took equal parts
self control and depression
to keep me from approaching.

Sometimes,
a line should be a route–
not something up your nose.

Sometimes,
a drink should satisfy–
not inebriate.

Sometimes,
the twitching you see in a stranger
is not what you think.

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