At the cafe door

At the cafe door, i wait.

the voice rings in my ears

" you, you, you, let's go inside"

what makes of us such sad lovers

what makes of us such sweet beings

or are we?

it was on that day the shadow slipped into our life

it took away the sweetness

and left us with a distance that expands

can it ever be more lonesome?

Shall the shadow ever leave?

shall the voice call me back

" you, you, let's go inside."

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sometimes we wait for love to return .. it is a lonesome time, and we lose a bit of ourselves, waiting .. ..

Well Done .. Jazz