They sat at the table next to me
Our tables were on the highest floor,
This floor had windows looking out onto the cold town
So as they wandered to the table
The one I assume they always go to
The little boy was ecstatic, breathing heavy as words fell out of his mouth
And the man hushed him, many times, pointing in my direction
As he saw I was writing, however not that it was them I was writing about
They were clueless
They were such a lovely scene in a lovely family movie
Reading, laughing, talking like father and son
It was a priceless scene
And I thank them for sitting next to me
They were the highlight of my day
Oh the man and his little boy
Thank you.
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