cafe amélie
she gazes at the couple from across the street
sipping inseine coffee clouds, waiting for her prince to meet
impossible, cos’ she needs the attributes of many to make such a perfect match
mais, “impossible, c’est pas francaise,” she continues to pursue her catch
someone to spar with, without walking on eggshells
someone to size her down gently when the ego swells
someone to share with others instead of snare
someone to give in to in order to live, someone to spare
someone to understand and to be understood in return
someone loyal, “i’ll be back” infidelity to spurn
