Last Stop Cafe'
With only one more night together
we ordered cappuccino
sat by the window
and stared out
at the crowded station.
I pictured you
in some God forsaken place
dodging bullets and grenades
cursing the enemy
and longing to be wrapped in me.
You pictured me waiting, worrying,
dreaming of the day you'd return,
and then you smiled
a smile of dread, as if you knew
this would be our last rendezvous...
Copyright © Susan Jeavons | Year Posted 2019
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