Lost

Lost

May 17, 2024

I look at the two espressos

Both untouched

They are a small illustration

Of what might be

Of what might of been

I wanted this space in the cafe

Secluded, demure, and reserved

The same qualities of her

That attracted me here

Attracted me to her

I can add some sugar

I could stir the mixture

Hoping for the creation of something new

Certain my actions have merit

Refusing to accept my reality

She finally made her decision

She finally made her leap of faith

Swept away on whirlwinds of passion

Instead of ruminating in paperwork

Her words, not mine

However, it wasn’t always this way

I once held these enduring qualities

Powering the magnetism of attraction

In sickness and in health

Til death do us part

But, now I watch as the baguette sits untouched

Hand-churned butter goes to waste

And the espresso’s useful time has passed

The bounty before me slowly spoils

Mirroring another bounty equally lost