Summer days, so hot and sticky I can't wait for you to come and us to steal away together into the midday sun. Sitting at a café just passing the time. Watching the people pass by in the heat I play with the silverware, waiting for you. And so I sit until I see your dark, handsome face break free from the crowd. As I wait with a glass of riesling and phone in my hands. You've made me wait, and your eyes like sea green glass tell me that a storm is brewing just beyond my reach. I have been waiting it seems like an eternity in the same café for you, always for you. Could I have been so wrong to love a man beyond my reach? And with just a kiss on the cheek you are gone.
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