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...