I made it to the Lower East Side.
I was hungry as hell.
I didn't really
Feel like eating,
But I know my body well.
I had walked right by her restaurant,
I swear I couldn't tell.
Had to circle back around,
Got captivated by the smell.
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As I stumbled in the door
She asked;
"What can I get for you?"
I was so frozen in place
I said;
"I think you'll have to choose..."
What if it was something horrible?
Fuck, what did I have to lose?
Her mellow voice made my soul vibrate
Above my head.
Below my shoes.
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She wore a simple, dirty hoodie,
And her pants were kinda sooty
From the cooking.
She would wash her hands
When nobody was looking.
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As she picked
And cooked
A meal for me,
I knew I had to try.
If I didn't get her number
With that meal,
I'd probably die.
Can't tell you why.
A look in her eye
Told me that something inside
Was awry.
She told me her life wasn't fair,
And that nobody cared,
And that she had no time for a guy.
Shit, I could see why.
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Life is random.
She asked me for my number.
We exchanged a few texts,
And I haven't heard from her.
Ain't that a bummer?
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I just hope that she is really doing well...
And that meal that she picked for me?
That's between us.
I'll never tell.