THE WAIT



I waited.

Empty chairs.

Deserted cafe.

Frosty morning.



You said

10 am,

after the geography class.



I waited.

The coffee was cold.

“Why isn’t she here?”

Dark images dance in my mind.



Noon.

“Sorry, I forgot,” you said.

“It’s alright,” said I.

I smiled,

for it is warm now,

in here.