Kenny O\'Donnell

Lost moments

    I see you enter, wet, over the tendrils of steam
rising from my coffee.
    your smile brings me far more warmth,
your perfume sneaks through
    surrounding sweet aromas of pastry
sending my heart racing
    for a moment before you sit at the table
next to mine.
    my mind is set a blaze,
concoctions of fantasy.
    the scream of the steamer,
clattering mugs pulls me back.
    you\'re not here for me
but I\'m here for you,
    and I wish you could see me.
I leave before you do
    knocking your arm as I go.
with heat in my cheeks and my throat caught
    I\'m too afraid to apologise,
focusing too hard
    on not making a more foolish scene,
breaking into a half run
    through the sun shower,
as if I have somewhere to be
    when something grabs my arm.
its you, handing my wallet over
    with soft warm eyes,
I will away the fog
    and thank you.
you smile with pity.
    I see there\'s no hope for us,
for me, with you