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Window of Hope Morning light Local Cafe Window seat Two chairs One empty Coffee steam Paper unfolds Waiting now She appears Walking past Glance met Soft smile Hand raised Familiar wave Heart beats He dreams Chair filled Her laughter Across wood Silent hope Waitress comes Friendly grin No words Always same The routine Fresh tea Crispy bacon Fried egg Glistening bread Quiet joy Second *** Golden toast Thick butter Sweet jam Morning feast Bill paid One chair Still empty He leaves Walking home. Sun sets low Night passes Dawn breaks Steps return Same seat Door swings Steam rises Two chairs One hope Waiting again.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:55 PM UTC
The Cafe
Window of Hope Morning light Local Cafe Window seat Two chairs One empty Coffee steam Paper unfolds Waiting now She appears Walking past Glance met Soft smile Hand raised Familiar wave Heart beats He dreams Chair filled Her laughter Across wood Silent hope Waitress comes Friendly grin No words Always same The routine Fresh tea Crispy bacon Fried egg Glistening bread Quiet joy Second *** Golden toast Thick butter Sweet jam Morning feast Bill paid One chair Still empty He leaves Walking home. Sun sets low Night passes Dawn breaks Steps return Same seat Door swings Steam rises Two chairs One hope Waiting again.
Each morning he returns to the same café window, where sunlight, steam, and routine soften the ache of an empty chair. With every cup poured and every glance toward the door, hope lingers—quiet, stubborn, familiar. A simple breakfast becomes a daily vigil for the smile he dreams will one day sit across from him.
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LongJohnPaulBaldry
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LongJohnPaulBaldry
71/M/Saltcoats - Scotland
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:55 PM UTC
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