She sat at the same table,
She had years ago,
And ordered the same coffee,
She had years ago.

Whole world raced today,
Chasing after the fame,
But it was only this café,
Which still remained the same.

After her book launch,
She couldn't control her heart,
It wanted to take a peek,
See if it can again start.

So, she was there,
Sitting at the same spot,
Mulling the memories over,
She thought she had forgot.

Her heart secretly hoped,
That the boy would walk in,
Just like she had,
When she was hurt within.

But her mind knew well,
That even if the boy did,
He wouldn't recognise,
That she was the same kid.

Those glasses were not there,
Neither her hair black,
Her dyed red hair,
Came just below her neck.

She no longer wore those dresses,
Which swirled when she sat,
Instead she liked a shirt,
With just a matching pant.

Nothing about her,
Was the same as before,
And yet her heart hoped,
That it would meet the shore.

She sipped her hot coffee,
When she heard the familiar 'ting...'
With her heart in her mouth,
She watched the door swing.

What do you think,
Is it really the boy?
Or just someone else,
Playing her heart's toy?