32 Golden Morning

Walking into the coffee shop,
the intense smell never changes.
My order the same every day.
I spot the same girl I see each day,
her brunette hair, brown eyes.
She looks like an early morning,
shining bright with golden highlights.
I never ask her name, but I feel her
presence each time.
The routine never changes.
My spot is open the next day,
I feel an empty space. My eyes wandering,
the warmth to this coffee shop fades,
the brunette is missing. A new coffee shop awaits.