Have You Seen Her?

The coffee shop was quiet Much quieter than last week When I last saw her, Which was also the first time But in those seven days She has filled my every thought I have haunted the coffee shop everyday But I haven’t seen her again And today once more There is no sign of her I should ask the waitress But what would I say “Have you seen that girl? She was here a week ago The girl who was sat there In that easy chair The girl with the chestnut hair In a pixie cut, have you seen her”? How ridiculous would that sound? She would think me mad Or worse a stalker Maybe if I told her about her smile A smile to brighten the darkest day Or those green eyes Hypnotic and mesmerising, Or that soft velvet laugh But no I would just sound creepy So I order a coffee instead And sit in her corner Drinking my coffee While pondering my insanity “Do you mind if I join you”? A voice halted my musings It was her, my quarry She was here and she was speaking to me “Absolutely, please do” I replied rather pompously “I love this corner” she said “I like to sit and watch the world go by” We exchanged a smile But now she was actually here I was speechless and my head was spinning And I felt a little guilty For stalking her like prey Then, in a soft easy tone She spoke again, which put me at my ease “Didn’t I see you in here last week?”