Rain taps on café glass  
Moments drift, they never last  
You sit two tables down  
Eyes lost in a gentle sound  
A book half-closed, a thought half-read  
Like stories humming in your head  
And though we never spoke aloud  
I felt you clear inside the crowd  
Café window rain, fall slow  
Trace your face I’ll never know  
Somehow you feel like home  
In this quiet monochrome  
You exist, just out of frame  
And I’m okay not knowing your name  
You moved with cream and steam  
Like something built into my dream  
You never looked my way at all  
Still, I saw you most of all  
A stranger wrapped in gentle lines  
Like echoes tucked between the signs  

Café window rain, fall slow  
Trace your face I’ll never know  
Somehow you feel like home  
In this quiet monochrome  
You’ll leave before I find the start  
Still you warmed some part