I miss Irene.
Her smiles reminded me of the reason the sky's still blue, her mannerism when it came to talking to strangers was always more strange than the strangers most times.
So I just sit at the coffee shop waiting for her to show up; we actually had a date.
Minutes then hours slip by and she's not showing up at the window then I know my weekend's gonna be most bored afterall we only meet at work and then I'll always pretend I feel okay but inside; emotions are boiling over