We had our favorite table by the window,
Wisps of steam rose from my coffee cup;
The discomfort I felt was in the words,
They hung between us and pressed against my shoulders;
She was my best friend,
And this winter afternoon, she'd come to pour sunshine on my fate;
'How long,' she asked, 'will you scribble words on empty evenings?
How long must I watch your dear heart,
Wither in the cold sky like a dry December tree?'

She had friends to set me up on dates,
She'd rather, I scribble random conversations on empty faces,
Because that's all it would be;
On a chill foggy night,
Whoever got warmth from the pale fade of streetlight?
When there was that girl from the dark,
She stormed the late hour's haze like the crackle of bonfire,
And my heart swung (in secret),
To the dance of flames.

Thoughtfully, I stared into deep brown eyes,
The sun streamed in, and dropped crystal pools of highlight;
Dark deeds best stay concealed, the hour spoke wise,
This was my sweet best friend, and I smiled,
She would not approve of my transgressions of night;
But,
If I could just let wisdom rest where wisdom be,
I would tell her of the girl who spoke freedom,
While her hair floated in the breeze.

I thought and I measured,
She pressed and she probed,
Till she called the ****** of this game,
With a rhetorical question -
'I wonder, who will your queen of hearts be?'

The sun wandered into a cloud,
Her crystal eyes playfully turned plain brown;
In this magic minute, I spilled last night's secret in a word -
'You'.