It must be hard (Coffee shop)

I find myself alone at a coffee shop. Scoping the store and avoiding all thoughts that could possibly creep up. But, it is kinda hard when every time I direct my attention to something, it never fails to remind me of you. Even the wall color and decorations some how have some relevance to you. I greet the cashier before my purchase and he replies with a low pitch voice, that happens to vibrate in my ears just like yours. Just like you, when he formed certain words they sounded as if he were singing. Angelic like I must say . You had this ability to say things that in my ears, that only deserved some type of beat behind it, that is just my opinion. When I reached for my latte, the cashier placed my drink in my hand. His hands blanketed the entire back of my hand. You would do the same thing, whether you were handing, grabbing, or just wanting to touch the part of my body that manipulated things and how I felt them. His eyes were fixed on me as if he may never see me again as if I wasn’t a regular and found myself in this same coffee shop about 5 times a week before my first college course of the day. He gazed at me. in a way that was similar to you. He relaxed his vision on me for a long time and didn’t allow anything to interrupt his attention. I found myself only to be fixed on him because of that reason. Sade sounds playing in the background, well in my own head I hear “Love is Stronger Than Pride, but at this moment a John Mayor song that is playing in this coffee shop is being drowned out by my own personal mind radio song selection.
I rest at this table alone with my left hand holding my re-fill cup and my right hand grasping thoughts, that at one point I believed I would never have again. Asking myself why does my body allow (without my notification) specific intimate past feelings to enter my life again. This coffee shop does me no justice, because there is no fairness involved when I already chose to move on. My own thoughts are making it impossible. It’s not fair and it was not suppose to be hard. I had a good reason to believe that my heart has already made its own way, but I was way off with that one. I guess you can never really escape something until your placed inside of a coffee shop, by your lonesome and your own thoughts.