The impatient crowd hustles past this coffee shop window
each taking quickly paced steps until they disappear in the foggy haze,
the entire distance of my vision I continue to watch them go
until the gentleman before me picks up his coffee and pays.

I pick up a newspaper and slide the money to the cashier
moving to a seat in the corner so I am out of the way,
it has been thirty minutes since you should have been here
I smirk while considering what excuse you will create today.

The aroma of freshly brewed beans begins to overpower
as I have completed the first section of the daily news,
either my watch is broken or you are late by over an hour
A frown forms while I question what could have kept you.

The fog has now lifted, yet the ever-late pedestrians remain
I picture you among them, racing to a date you overslept,
appearing in the window, with a story you can hardly contain
explaining that if it were possible your promise would have been kept.

As I look up from my musings I realize you are in front of me
with a smile you ask “so this is where you have been?”,
then point to the the place where I am supposed to be
and it is I, not you, that seems to have gotten lost again.