Café

 

The only bond was that of the coffee –

Sipping which, they sat still together.

Their thoughts, by now, quite chose to differ

And opinions alas never could be more bitter!

Yet her heart found a solace sitting quietly here

Wondering what he thought that exact moment.

Of the world that lay beyond the black door…

The gridiron pattern of the road in front

What thoughts would he have as he sipped from his mug?

Should Dickens have the wine spilt here instead…

Would he think of blood? Or a spirit refined?

So long ago, it seems to her, their thoughts held hand

…And hearts felt glad!

But things had changed for the good? Or the bad?!

No one knew, or did God after all?

The lapping of the waters on the wall…

Brought her thoughts back to the cups in front

The two grey mugs stood empty side by side.

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