A cold, crisp morning and the winters night is lifting now

The weary workers step-out to fill their days with gainful purpose and the morning dogs tug on their leads eager to start the day

Masks stop our heated breath evaporating on the morning’s mood and we scurry on our way

My way takes me to coffee as it does every day
That first warm soft comforting hug as my lips touch the cup and the heady brew gives me life again

Look out on a misty morning
Tell me what you see?
Do you see anything as beautiful as you?
Do you see anything as beautiful as we?

Look out on a sunny morning
Tell me what you see?
Do you see anything as beautiful as you?
Do you see anything as beautiful as we?

I can see you everywhere,
I can see you everywhere
Everywhere is where you are

I see you everywhere
I see you everywhere

Look out and I see you
I see you all around

Look out on a misty morning
Tell me what you see?
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I do?
The sound of you all around
The sound of you everywhere

I sit here reading and drinking a cappuccino
It’s the same coffee I have every day at this time.

I choose the seat where I sit so I can see the door.  Every now and then I look up to see if you are there.    I look at my phone to see the time, watching it move closer to the moment you might arrive

I say might.  

I don’t know that you will come.  Some days you do and some just pass.   The days are better when you do.

Lots of people come in at this time.  Some I recognise as I’m here so often.  They come alone to work, or with a friend or women in groups happily talking and laughing.

But I sit here just hoping that you will arrive.   A surprise of course as we haven’t arranged anything.

If you do come we will drink coffee and eat almond croissants and I will flirt with you and want to touch you again

Now the time has passed now when I think you will come. Things will continue as before

The first thing I feel

When the morning breaks my sleep

Is the sense of you

A shimmering, dancing light exists in this space

It catches the refreshed air in this dark but open place

And bands of white move across the screens

As a single light kisses your face

Once there was sound of a voice
The touch of a finger and sight of a smile  
Now there is a silence
An empty room
And a slowly forgotten moment of
When we two were one

There were pictures of you, impossibly thin and blonde
Your hair was long and your eyes were so alive.

I could see the energy within you, it was so powerful and always questioning and wanting to learn.

I loved how much you wanted to know, how much you were driven to understand

But you also wanted to share and you chose to share with me.   Not me alone, but I felt I was part of something important.

That was your gift, you made others feel there was a place they were always welcome

You welcomed us all, no judgements were made.  You may have laughed at us sometimes, but there was no malice, no unkind words

This was your gift, you gave a place to be.

It feels very different now with you gone.  

The space you leave was sometimes prickly, sometimes gruff, but always thoughtful and always bright.  

We need that brightness more than ever now