Night Time Cafe

It's not like I started out the night knowing we would be here.
It's not like I started out my life knowing where I would be.
Any other day we could have met and simply passed,
and yet here with sincere bated breath we wait.

Any other day in my life could have had me walking,
passing the other way not realizing
not feeling how incomplete being me could be.

We don't have enough time for bad metaphors
and me to pander to just me.
Not just another series of notes,
You, it's You I'm trying to write about.
Just forget me enough to write this note
and hope something happens.
That maybe Your door will open
and maybe just maybe everything will be.
Just like it should be.