Wait until this cup is done.
Then tell me how you have to run
Off to redundant chores and scattered places,
Shopping lists, a million things to do
And then a boisterous rendezvous
At some day’s end schoolyard filled with happy faces.
Delay, perhaps, the passing of the hour’s beckoning
And thus defer a certain reckoning
That must be made with lost time, empty time -
Time unfilled with dreams that are not mine.
A short reprieve as I linger upon every word, each dear movement of your lips,
Lips never known, nor beheld by a kiss, and yet this time slips
Away without a caress upon your cheek, a warm embrace
Or a trace of recognition upon your face.
I listen to every word, laugh at each recounted antic
And although my mind’s anxious heart is rendered frantic,
Dignity and decorum reign as I feign mild amusement at my fate,
With the call that comes and affirms the hour is getting late.
Stay? Pray at least until this cigarette has ended
And back you go to those befriended
Long before I knew your graceful face,
And I ever knew there was such a time or such a place.
Where for if only for just a little while,
I catch a glimpse of a deathless smile
Among small talk, coffee and enraptured laughter.
Knowing full well I shall pay the bill after
You have left, turned and waved, our visit done.
Knowing full well I am not the one.
Knowing full well I am not the one
Who can hold you past this time as the moments pale,
I endure one more desperate glance behind enchantment’s veil,
As you smile, say good bye and tell me how you have to run.
7/6/2007 rev 7/7/2007