I’ve been sitting here awhile
My cup is empty
No matter, I like watching human traffic
Foreign students chatter by
Her! She passes every day
Fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful
The picture of my love when I promised her the universe
Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride
His tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition
I remember those days
A fretful girl struggles with her double pram
Are my children all grown up now?
As the world turns a dog sniffs my shoe
Clink. Silver hits my cup. I salute you.