Pretty Woman

Pretty Woman
what stories
does She have to tell
that stir
in her coffee mug

are her eyes searching
for an answer
outside the window
or is She waiting
for her next mistake

her eyes are brown
darker
than the coffee
She drinks

when our eyes locked
i saw the swirls
of a deep conversation
yet to be made

hair fell on her face
carelessly
purposefully
curled around her
cheek
untamed
perhaps etching
a secret
of a past
a future

She bites her lips

does
She think of something
She must
hold back?

She straightens
her back
as if suddenly aware
She's not alone
and maybe
strangers
notice her

She holds a secret
in her fingers as
She stirs
the sugar in the coffee

nails
half bitten
half long
neglected

secrets
make
a lonliness
burdensome to
carry

does
She wish it
wasn't
her burden

would
She have liked
to scream out to
strangers
in this room
who look at her out of
their own lonliness

what captivates
me about her?
her youth
her secrets
her namelessness
her familiarity

if She told me everything
She knew today
would
she
still
be the Pretty Woman
by the window