STILL TORN

Ever since we meet for that coffee on that Monday night I can't get you out of my mind. We knew going in that I had recently started dating someone else but met anyway. I can still see your smile and your beautiful looks. I still have goosebumps from when you reached accross the table and touched my arm. I want to call you so bad but know that I can't and should not. I returned to the same place two weeks later wondering if you would return. I will go again in two weeks on a Monday night to see if you will come for a coffee and run into me. Save a piece of your heart for me as I have done for you. —STILL HOPEFUL