I saw you from behind, noticed you in the window, what were you doing? who where you talking to? Maybe you were alone, but you are too upright to be alone, if you were alone you would be hunched over, head in a book.
Maybe it's none of my business, maybe I should not notice, not look, not think of you, of who you might be, of who you might be meeting for coffee, of what you may be discussing.
Maybe I should just let this all go
