Cappuccino

I'm standing on a street corner
in a city I don't know
It's raining, and I'm soaked,
but somehow, I don't mind
I know he's here
in this little coffee shop
I want to go in and see him
but I know he won't recognize me
(It's been five years, after all)
It doesn't matter, though
because I still love him.
She's left him, or maybe he left her
I don't know and don't care
I just know he's alone now
and I want to change that.

I decide to go in and take a seat
"Cappuccino, please," I say
and next to me are a pair of blue eyes I haven't seen in five years

He looks at me a moment…
and smiles.

I've done something right for once.