Missing the Man In the Hat

It was early one morning, when you arrived.. You entered the restaurant and I noticed your stride.. Your manner of dress was quite elegant.. and .. It appeared you were having breakfast... With a very important guest.. Seated at the table, and I couldn’t help but notice, The strange thing you did , when you removed from your purse.. An old and tattered faded hat.. You took it lovingly in your hands and.. Proceeded to give it a kiss.. As you placed it across from where you sat... I knew it belonged to someone you missed.. Then you did something strange... You did a smile and a wink.. Poured two cups and I began to think.... Perhaps the car was being parked, And soon your friend would join you.. As I sat and watched you seemed to be... Engrossed in a conversation... The twinkle in your eyes and the smile on your face.. Sent the message you were in a happy place... Then you got out of your chair...and hugged the air.. And left the same way you came...but .. I heard you say as you walked away.. Same time..same place next year ?