And Then You Were Gone

And Then You Were Gone

A Poem by p lawrence

One last meeting for a couple.

I waited, seated behind the arched letters of the cafe window,
riveted by others who moved urgently, soundlessly, beyond
the thick glass, scurrying along glistening sidewalks,
winding between glaring headlamps in the slick night
to lovers, to friends, to family, to home.
I remember no words, only the sting of hot coffee,
a hurried gulp to stanch the welling pain and to quiet
the certain quiver of my voice if left to speak.
Yet once into the dampness, standing together for a last time
in the crystalline night, the balance is seared into hard memory
as I watched you lift a speck from my collar,
grooming me, as before, and then a smile, wistful,
and you rose on tiptoes to brush a wisp of hair from my brow
and silently, hood now raised in the misting dark, you found
the sharp corner of the red brick building and vanished.

© 2020 p lawrence

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Added on September 17, 2020
Last Updated on September 17, 2020
Tags: romance, loss, love, relationships


p lawrence
p lawrence


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