For the Coffee Shop Writers

You don’t say anything as we stand outside that old coffee shop. You just let the soft, pitter patter of feet and rain do the work for you. I suppose that that was your way of telling me not to get too attached, that you were a seasonal personality and you were only here for a month or two, before you left for the road again.

There's no real summary for this yet because I'm writing it as I go. Whatever comes to mind, is what's going to happen.