The cafe table stands alone.

It’s two seats empty, dry as bone,

The olive trees that stand beside

In pots the conversations hide,

 

Listening like louvred  ears

In front of windows full of tears

Faded shutters flaking green

Of passing memories unseen.

 

A coffee cup, a glass of wine

Empty now as if a sign

Of talk in whisper , love and deep

Or observations of the street.

 

The olive trees now seem to lean

To strain to hear the lips unseen

As both fall back with laughter clear

That sends music to the ear.

 

Then up they get a kiss on cheek,

A wistful eye as each one speaks

Goodbye for now but they both know

Tomorrow’s meet they both will show.

 

Again the table it stands empty 

To greet new passers by a plenty 

To leave their rings upon cloth 

Like marks of life that won’t come off

 

The gingham cloth , absorbs the stains

Of emotion spilled that falls like rain

Lovers secret contracts spoken

Or just two souls whose hearts are broken 

 

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