I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there.
I thought I saw you smile
but smoke, to quote a song,
got in my eyes, in the cafe,
where a dark haired girl,
laughed out loud on that winter
morning.
I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there,
when a voice
whispered,
‘I love you’
from afar,
but the noise
In the cafe
drowned out
the words
you’d said.
I thought,
for an instant,
that, you were
there,
when a light breeze caressed my
brow as
before.
I felt your
touch
and
smiled,
a dark haired girl in the cafe
smiled back.
I laughed at
the illusion
and finishing
my coffee,
I left the cafe wishing that
you’d
been
there.