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Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…  

Another rainy morning spent staring through
a wiper smeared windshield hoping to
make the next light, no such luck
When that song, our song or what used to be our song,
sneaks in through these worn out speakers…again
and I listen, like a fool…again

The emptiness returns full force and I feel sick
It happens every time and every time I sound like a broken record
“Turn the damn thing off”, my mind shouts at me,
but still I am unable to hear over the singing sadness
and the sound of my heart breaking all over again,
God I’m pathetic

So here I am heading to the station earlier than usual
at least the traffic isn’t so bad, I guess because roosters can’t drive
Who schedules meetings this early in the morning?
Obviously someone unaware of the benefits of a good night’s sleep 
Well look there, maybe my luck is changing, 
a parking spot right up front
But still, I have a feeling this is going to be a bad day 

Ducking from the rain I pause at an advertisement for the rail line,
“Where the hell is the sunshine and blue skies that poster is showing?” 
I think as I enter the car and find a seat, which wasn’t hard, 
there are only three people on here at this hour, 
two old ladies dressed for church or the doctor 
and a kid with headphones, sleeping, now why didn’t I think of that?

I pull out my notebook when I see her hurrying for the already closing doors. 
I jump up and hold them open so she can enter. 
She is soaking wet, but damn, she is drop dead gorgeous, 
Dark brown hair and cinnamon eyes, she looks up and says 
“thank you” with a smile that melts me right where I stand
“My pleasure” I answer as she takes the seat across from mine

She opens her iPad, I pretend to look at mine, 
but can’t take my eyes off of her 
Now engrossed in whatever she's reading, 
swiping a finger across the screen 
and then that smile appears again, I can barely breathe as my 
heart tries to beat its way out of my chest. 
Dressed in a black skirt and top, she looks like 
she’s just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine… 
“Oh crap, she just caught me staring”

I quickly glance down to her iPad then back up to her gorgeous eyes. 
I feel like an idiot, or worse. When she giggles and says, “Poetry.” 
“Poetry?” I ask in a voice stuttering from embarrassment
Waving her device she replies, "I’m reading poetry, do you like poetry?” 
“Umm, yes, I, uh, do like poetry.” She pats the seat next to her and says, 
“Come, sit here. Let me read you one.” 

Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…

Good morning Soupers
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