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Returned not the smile that day
Bistro, too familiar, frequented
Lonesome visitor, called me brew
Short-lived until sipped and done
Lonely, must I, along with you?
Don’t I wish brew, another across?
Cheering till end as aroma fades?
Ah, nodded I in affirmative
Letters in book I thought company
Like black ants walked slowly past
Unhurried, glance lowered,
Out I walked to sun very bright
For once I knew the sunny porch
Will not greet this loner again
Depressing, loneliness self imposed
For too long, too much, lost its gist |
