Just seen a face

I had my first brush with love tonight, albeit i wasn't directly involved. Sitting in my normal coffee shop in my normal coffee spot with my normal coffee-based drink i spotted the normal coffee-shop loiterer in the corner. He was bundled in a colorless plaid jacket holding his hands over to collect the steam from his cup, and i realized that he felt this same sense of normalcy with the upstairs of Rendezvous. Yes, he is homeless, and no, i haven't shared more than a glance or a cigarette with him, but i today i felt especially connected. You see, we have more in common than i would have banked on. For starters, i think i bought his jacket in a different color pallet some years back, and moving further in depth, we both looked pretty overwhelmed by our bad attitudes. So i smiled, yes, a sharing smile, and he did the same back, and i felt i had accomplished something for the day. This stranger had the opportunity to be graced by my lovely, warm, exclusive smile. How fucking lucky of him. About 12 minutes and 3/4 of a cup of coffee later a brown haired girl walked up the stairs and started rapping her pack of marb lights on the palm of her hand. She looked around for a moment, walked up to MY stranger, and sat down. Now i don't remember much of anything else from this moment on, but my world lens focused directly on this couple and everything else around me faded to black. She was young and beautiful, had a fairly strong new york accent hidden beneath her reserved demeanor. Her hair was done perfectly to curl at certain spots and fall straight at others, her clothes, unwrinkled, hung off her body. This was the harold and maude of reality - based on appearances the most unlikely pair. I watched for 20 minutes as she talked and learned and he did the same, and his smile got wider, and his laugh deeper, and our shared acknowledgement got shoved off the map completely. She cared, while i wondered. She spoke when i nodded. She listened when i assumed. And when she lifted herself off the chair and said goodbye, he did the same, leaving whatever burdensome mentality he previously wore behind to circle around me. Why was i so scared? Because i felt connected to someone so unlikely or because i felt connected to someone at all? I wanted to exchange words, I wanted to make him laugh, I wanted to learn about his history, or his day, or even his name. I guess i'm not ready, and neither is the majority of the world, but i took a deeper step, a trip, and i fell - for this man and this woman and for my new found faith in humanity. Today, maybe i'll do something beautiful, or at least wear out my rose-colored glasses and let beauty come to me.