Jane sips her Joe
With the morning glow
Early in the hour;
Says Jane to her beau,
I must now go and jump in the shower.

She stands behind him
Hovering near so the steam from his cup wets her kiss;
But since her passing, he sits alone,
And her passionate kiss he does miss.
So he dons an old ball cap
and his eye-patch that's black to cover wounds that may be seen;
He goes to the Beaus who know him best,
At the coffee shop down the street.

He sits there daily with others he knows,
Who have come from the same walks of life;
And share in the misery, joy and strife
of those they have lost in life.
~Janette Arencibia