Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Not enough

I stood outside the cafe
in the gentle rain
shivering with uncertainty

your message 

a glass of wine
for old times sake
what harm 
could that be

you would be
at 42nd and Park

 what harm
what harm

just wine
just talk

but then

what then

is left
to be said
between an accidental couple

and yet

not enough words
not enough wine
not enough time

can bring me 
home to you again
and fill up

your empty soul


missing the mom gene