Poetry by Michael Bechayda

A Glimpse

Sitting at this table

I saw this beauty across from me

I can't stop looking at the glass window

Because her reflection I can see

Just eating my cake and peanuts

With some cold cappuccino for me

I just ate slowly and quietly

So can stay and look at her

The moment she left

She looked at me

Hoping she saw my smile

Meaning farewell and good evening

Until our paths cross again

I'll be waiting

For just her smile

I'll be patiently waiting for that time to come