Sunday, May 17, 2015

Dreaming her up

Every time he came to that street corner
Right next to the subway station
On the way to his friend’s house
He could not make excuses
For his inability
To pass by
The little coffee corner
Had prepared two plastic chairs
For him and his inability
He would sit down, order coffee
And watch out for her
Moving the curtain
Switching on the light
Or walking out into the cold street
Towards his table corner
Clapping her red gloved hands
While he sat in the chair
When her room was deserted
She had gone out
Or was in hibernation
Or not brave enough
To switch on the light
Knowing too well
That he was reserving the chair
That he kept his friend waiting
For the length of a coffee
For a wait without her