In the cafe we found each other,
I held her trembling hands across table as she told me that she loved me,
I told her she was my life and she smiled.
Coffee unfinished,
I carried her home, knowing that I loved her,
And in the heat of the bed and tangled in the twisted sheets, I knew that I loved her more and still more throughout the night.
In the morning when I woke, just for a moment, I tried to remember her face,
But there it was, in front of my own.
I lay then, in complete stillness, in the hope that somehow I might spend the rest of my days within the confines of that bed,
As I closed my eyes to listen to her breathing.

Autumn
Winter
Spring
Summer
Autumn

In the cafe I lost her,
She pulled her trembling hands away across the table as she told me she was leaving,
I told her she was my life but she winced.
Coffee unfinished,
I carried myself home, knowing that I loved her,
And in the heat of the bed and tangled in the twisted sheets, I knew that I loved her more and still more throughout the night.
In the morning when I woke, I spent every moment just trying to forget her face,
But there it was, in front of my own.
I lay then, in complete stillness, in the hope that somehow I might spend the rest of my days within the confines of that bed,
As I closed my eyes and wished I could stop breathing.