Four Cafes
The four cafes, bordering the canal, sat eerily still this January night. So often they seemed to blend together but on occasion any one of them could become a little more rowdy, and tactfully competitive - making the view a little more interesting. I would watch from my apartment window as their personalities were expressed through music, each displaying their own version of laughter and unique aromas defining their menus and all, oh! so heavenly. I watched with envy as couples danced and caroused on the festooned decks that laced the water’s edge and I’d sway to the rhythmic pulses rippling in the water's reflection.
But on this evening, I watched as each sat in silence. The haze of fog had settled just above the canal’s waterline, slowly drifting in rhyme to its flow, deepening the stillness. I was filled with a sense of sadness. Each empty cafe appeared to be waiting for someone... a friend maybe, possibly a lover? But no one came. It was an emptiness I knew well.
loneliness lingers
in an ominous silence,
still waters quiver
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2023
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