At this cafe, where we used to meet,
remember the years I would arrive
just for you to greet.
Besides school I was stuck with that sad old job,
it took my time, but you came like a thief,
my heart to rob.
And then I found a new meaning with that little job,
as another way to see you,
I came in early to finish quick all I needed to do.

I remember that perfect spot you chose,
just for me,
for no matter where I went,
there was always you I could see.

Where after maybe cleaning up some broken plates,
I can steal a glance from you smiling away at a good book,
but once and a while you'd bless me, with even just one blessed look.

It was at this Cafe,
that we'd meet,
and it was here,
where I take my seat.

I wait for you, at your favorite corner,
but this time,
together.