I waited at your little corner
Until the moon was high,
And the traffic had begun to fade,
And people slowly stopped passing by.
And then your thoughts came back
Along with the smell of the brew,
And I wondered what you were thinking
While the moments flew
I watched anxiously as your face,
turned from worry to despair,
A slight shift of position
A subtle movement of your chair,
And then the sun was,
No longer in your eyes,
But your slowly spreading smile,
Was lighting up my skies
And then you turned and rose
And glided on your own way
Leaving me in my own corner
With memories of another day
(c) 2004
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