The old cafe has not changed.
Only you have.
Even I am just the same.
I know I always will be.

You tell me you are getting married.
Instantly I stop hearing your words.
Instead watching only the movement
of your crimson lips.

The ones I had longed
to press to mine forever.
The silence settles in my ears.
Yet a crescendo of thoughts
explode Inside my head.
Why did I never ask you
for that kiss?
The one that would have
stolen your heart for always.

The waitress passes by
serving steaming coffee
to faceless people.

Your eyes light like stars
as you tell me
where you will live.
How you met.
How much you love him.

You talk of other things
as friends do.
I bury my grief
in my silent broken heart.

The last touch of your fingers
Are more than a farewell.
But the last goodbye.