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
waiting
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