ten minutes of you

Our eyes meet. Over cups of coffee. Standing on the street. Your collar turned up to protect you from the cold. A bashful smile. We look away. Try to listen to the one we’re with. My mittens soaking up the heat from the paper coffee cup. It becomes a game. Who will catch the other looking. Who will blush first. Our eyes lock and we are the only ones in the world. Coffees forgotten. Turning cold. The January sun setting.  A final smile before life drags us away in opposite directions.