Sitting In a Cafe
I sit here,
Alone,
in a corner without you.
The smell of fresh bread fills my senses and reminds me of you,
The scent of a strong heart and warming soul,
Everything you are,
Engulfs my heart and makes me long for you.
It hurts to be without you,
but true love persists through pain.
I will wait at this cafe fantasizing about you,
Alone,
because I just want to be with you.
Copyright © George Andrade | Year Posted 2010
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