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
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Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) (
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We sell ourselves short and in doing so lock the door to what could have been. Maybe it would work, maybe not who's to know if you don't give yourself a chance and try, then persist until it is certain. A wonderful write of the inner self and its doubts.
Thanks for reading Soren, always appreciated your comments and mindfulness.
A wonderful write about self doubts we have, shall we shan't we scenarios, we will never know unless we at least trying, nicely written and a pleasure to read
Thank you for reading
You are very welcome
La, how gorgeously rendered with superb imagery and an exquisite poignancy, tendering a most painful reality many will resonate with, until I'm left speechless yet so very, very sad. Thank you very much for sharing. I love it, albeit I'm sorry you must taste such exquisite misery.
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