Another One of Those Café Moments
The café was not exactly
heaving
but was not empty either
and for
some reason or another,
the jukebox
only played old sixties
number ones ..
Then after taking breakfast
as shy as
I then was, I watched her
shaking off
excess salt from nimble
fingertips ..
With eyes down, one more
thimble
full of tears was filled ..
That was
indeed, the moment when
I realised
I did not like myself at all,
nor what
I have since then become ..
Blinded by
her beauty but oh’ so very
fucking dumb ..