I'm trying to write a bit in the style of Billy Collins.
"What!?" I pleasantly ask of her,
Snapping out of my reverie.
She asks what I was thinking,
Sighing, I say it was nothing.
And though I do my best to suppress it,
The tiniest smile creeps past my lips.
Hers flashes back, greeting mine in kind,
And with that knowing look in her eyes
I can see her wheels turning,
the wonder at me from seeing mine,
Seeing me lose myself, my place -
And I can almost feel her probing in to me.
Almost hear her unvoiced questions.
Wondering, where do I go?
When I suddenly glance off to the side
With a faraway, unfocused expression,
Squinting my eyes at the setting sun.
What world was I lost in, I see her ask.
Was I on some grand adventure,
battling my ship against the seas?
Or was I figuring out some invention,
Fighting one of the world's plights?
Was I pondering some pleasant memory,
Perhaps of me and her, on a road trip to the city?
But I shrug my shoulders that it was nothing,
For it is better for her not to know
That located behind her,
In a quiet corner of the cafe,
Sat a beautiful brunette,
Tenderly eating a banana.