The Unconsequential Life.

He told me I was beautiful.
And that he thought we might have something.

I didn't know what to say.
I never know what to say.
Or sometimes I know exactly what to say.
But can't or won't.

Suddenly I knew this wasn't what I wanted.
He wasn't what I wanted.
Maybe at another time in my life.
But not now, not when I know the kind of man I want by my side.
The kind that wasn't him.

There is no time for settling.
So I let the rain fall.
And the music play.

I linger in the coffee shop.
The unhappiness spread across their faces.
The smiles dissipate after mere moments.
The conversations sour.
And if that is life, I don't want it.

I order another cup of determination for three dollars.
Read the words written for this moment.
And I know there is more, that there has to be.
So I will find it and I will take it.