Fate
she waited at the café close to the sea
the waiter seemed nervous
about the fit of her dress
he spilled a few ice cubes from her tea
he strolled the sandy lanes serenaded by sun
the shade buzzed
with summer sounds
he always walked the quietest ones
she drifted in waters of so many thoughts
the ice cubes crackled
in the sweat of her glass
her skirt folds fluttered when the breeze was caught
today he turned onto a busier street
a woman glanced
from the shade of a café
if he stopped for a moment their eyes would meet
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I picked up this poem a few years ago from a blog called Clarity of Night. It was beautiful, and still is.