Looking down
I pull out the chair,
the two empty cups
still where they were left,
spoons on saucers,
granules of sugar spilt
all over the gingham cloth,
with a few drops of coffee;
I watch them leaving
arm in arm, smiling,
so in love;
The mess aside
I picked a good table,
shaded from the sun,
Café con leche por favor
I ask,
as the waiter clears away
the lovers conversation.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Looking down
I pull out the chair,
the two empty cups
still where they were left,
spoons on saucers,
granules of sugar spilt
all over the gingham cloth,
with a few drops of coffee;
I watch them leaving
arm in arm, smiling,
so in love;
The mess aside
I picked a good table,
shaded from the sun,
Café con leche por favor
I ask,
as the waiter clears away
the lovers conversation.
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