Man In the Window

He visits the coffee shop every week On Thursday, his personal treat Buys skinny latte, with biscotti Then takes his regular seat In the alcove, by the window Sits to watch the world go past, With book taken from his ‘man-bag’ Settles, to enjoy his repast He used to come in with his ‘Mrs’ Now he frequents on his own, Looking out of the window, and reading He’s content with sitting alone Odd times, when the shop is busy Someone will take up the opposite chair Some, if inclined, he’ll talk to Most, he won’t notice are there He’s happy in his own world Simply, just getting by At times, he looks so lonely It breaks my heart, and I could cry There must be others, in the world like him Widowed, divorced, estranged, Who keep on going through the ‘old routine’, Living in fear of change Acting out the old adage of ‘life goes on’ When they lose husband, partner or wife, Sticking with the same day to day regimes To help them muddle through life Maintaining the familiar, Can help you to stay strong, Until the day you find yourself ready for change; You’ll feel the time’s right to move on Until that day for ‘The Man in the Window’ arrives He’ll keep visiting every week, Persisting in his habitual routine To find the solace he seeks For now, he sips the last of his coffee, Neatly packs away his tome; With a nod of farewell to the barista’s Solitarily, leaves, to head home.