the girl she'll never see again

at the table on my left, she pointed at the 

half-eaten Yolé and asked her Mother something 

in a foreign language i couldn’t quite catch.

“they must be here for a holiday,”

i thought as i waited for my friends

to return with the Coke i requested for.

i wondered if she wonders about me, as i did about her.

the life she leads, the kind of student she is

and maybe, what she thought of the

foreign land she was in, the place i call home.

i whipped out my phone, and quickly gave

this thought a title. all because of the fact 

that to each other, we were just the

girl she’ll never see again.