I saw you at the store on Monday.
Your basket filled with produce.
On Tuesday you were sitting in the park.
A book resting on your bare knees.
Wednesday you strolled by the cafe.
A flip-flop almost falling off.
On Thursday I bumped into you while getting coffee.
Your only concern was the double-mocha latte.
Friday night I caught your glance.
The barkeeper just looked at me askance.
Saturday you were jogging past.
Ear-buds full blast.
On the seventh day I filled with courage.
You checked your mail and I said hello.
Happily ever after, maybe so.