What She Saw
Saturday, June 17, 2006
What She Saw
Waking up a little before nine in the morning
The streaks on the window the rain storm was making
Made her smile,immerged in the mood for a photo-taking frenzy
Watching the world turning into a shade of gray,threatening yet beautifully
Hairy little raindrops reminded her of something
Dismissing the thought,still dancing around puddles gracefully
The cafe was there,in the rain still lighted with warmth comfortably
Coffee,she thought she'd have.With dark chocolate brownies
The place still smelled of baked fish and coffee beans
With the children still playing chess,one of them losing a queen
Something was different she noticed.Something she has never seen
On the wall in the corner,where the both of them have been
They faded a little,as she later noticed
The ink on the wall.It's been six months now she then reminisced
The fat cat was still there,but in black marker were phrases
Written clearly by the boy,next to her old sketches
She borrowed a pen from the counter around the corner
Found herself a spot under his words,right under the border
She started with a line,then two,then three till there was
Nothing left to write,but to smear on the wall her runaway tears
She capped up her pen and was ready to leave
The sofa and the cafe where they ordered the same old thing
The rain hasnt stopped,and she chuckled at how it all rings
The bell of the old times,when he waved and smiled,turned and leaves
Waking up a little before nine in the morning
The streaks on the window the rain storm was making
Made her smile,immerged in the mood for a photo-taking frenzy
Watching the world turning into a shade of gray,threatening yet beautifully
Hairy little raindrops reminded her of something
Dismissing the thought,still dancing around puddles gracefully
The cafe was there,in the rain still lighted with warmth comfortably
Coffee,she thought she'd have.With dark chocolate brownies
The place still smelled of baked fish and coffee beans
With the children still playing chess,one of them losing a queen
Something was different she noticed.Something she has never seen
On the wall in the corner,where the both of them have been
They faded a little,as she later noticed
The ink on the wall.It's been six months now she then reminisced
The fat cat was still there,but in black marker were phrases
Written clearly by the boy,next to her old sketches
She borrowed a pen from the counter around the corner
Found herself a spot under his words,right under the border
She started with a line,then two,then three till there was
Nothing left to write,but to smear on the wall her runaway tears
She capped up her pen and was ready to leave
The sofa and the cafe where they ordered the same old thing
The rain hasnt stopped,and she chuckled at how it all rings
The bell of the old times,when he waved and smiled,turned and leaves
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