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old news & disappointing coffee.

i once saw a girl
� sitting behind a window
� at that dated, comfortable
� coffee shop at the corner of
� west and ninth
she was reading
� a newspaper three days old
� and covered in the crumbs of
� forgotten biscuits and the sugary
� bits that form on the bottom of the
� wooden stirring sticks they had
and she was frowning
� more scowling, with her little blonde
� eyebrows, hardly there, coming
� so close together that they might
� just touch if she became any more
� concerned
i still don't know if she knew that
� it was the news of days gone by
� or if she simply didn't care
� because we're people and we always
� need something to do, even if
� if it's not something that's going to matter
� because everything else is so far in
� the past
but, i know that i can't shake the memory
� she probably doesn't even know i exist,
� but it was a moment so profound that it will
� forever be ingrained in my mind that seems to
� be so near capacity these days
the look on her face screamed
� "we need to make some changes"
� but the way she was so unaware,
� intentionally or not so, it made me
� realise nothing would change even if
� she wanted it to or i wanted it to
because those words printed on the inky paper in front of her
� were only a recollection, a representation of
� things so far gone that they are untouchable,
� just like she was, sitting in that coffee shop
� with her mistreated newspaper and
� overly sweet, too strong coffee �
� from the drip behind the counter