Cup of Coffee

Another quite evening
feet heavyy as they lead
A coffee on my tierd mind....
I settle in a forgotten corner
Of a lovely cheerful place
Awaiting none... at a table for two..
Eyes darting around the Cafe
Entwined hands under nearby tables
Meeting lips in tucked away corners....
Mischeif hangs around some loose curls
Playful smiles frame naughty eyes
As the Coffees cool off aside...
I feel an all familiar pang
A knowing feeling overwhelmes
And i feel them sting as they Come...
The empty chair across me teases
As i sip on quietly through rising vapours
Salted rim of my Cup of Coffee....