The Coffee Shop

I watch this woman as I sit in the coffee shop.
She gazes at the world outside her window.
She's absent.
Her eyes are moist and longing.
She's watching the people go by, wishing she could be anyone but herself.
She's frozen.
Her brain is a blank slate but her mind is a tangled labyrinth.
Her thoughts:
"Maybe I should scream, maybe I should cry, maybe I should wonder and stare blankly at the figures going by."
"I wonder what happened when...maybe then I should have...I wish I could go back and erase...what if you could change the past?"
I'm wholly intrigued by this woman, she seems slightly familiar.
She takes a deep breath and gathers her things.
I hope my obscure interest hasn't affected her decision to stay.
She straightens her jacket and smoothes over her clothes.
As she walks by me she smiles and nods her head leaving all of her thoughts behind.
She leaves me, alone in the coffee shop, to face the window inside my mind.