bare thread of connection

"Be Be Your Love" by Rachael Yamagata


Met a cute guy at the cafe today.
He came up to talk to me with his friend from France.
Made some joke about his friend's accent.
He ended up not ordering anything.
Trying to recall what he ordered last time he was here.
Two bottles of water.
A cup of ice.
Glances made towards his direction every now and then.
Wondering what he does and where he's from.
What is he scribbling on that white notepad of his.
What does his handwriting look like?
What's behind that bright smile of his...
and his defective beauty (缺陷美)?
He said he grew up in France.
I told him I'm taking French.
Then it ended there.
Another man was waiting to order.
Out of time.
The moment was gone...
just like that.
The lost of that bare thread of connection
between the two of us.