The girl who works in the warehouse <br />leaves her second-floor room. <br />She switches on the staircase light, <br />her face agitated in the glow, <br />and hesitates a little <br />before the street subsumes her world. <br />Inevitably, she will go to the café this morning, <br />cradling her first cup in her coat. <br />It's cold on the street now <br />and this café she loves is warming up. <br />How she dreams of staying longer! <br />To sit at a corner table <br />and read <br />or listen to music. <br />And who knows, <br />maybe all of a sudden <br />love will come!<br /><br />Saadi Youssef<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-165/
