Observing a Miracle

 
As I sip my morning coffee
in my local café-bar
I see the same Gentleman
 
 
he sits opposite me
every day
in the same old leather seat
I often wonder why he always sits there?
 
 
you see, his wife died many year ago
to him, it still feels like she is here
I can just see it, in his eyes
 
 
every time he sits down
it’s as if
he’s sitting down next to her
when he looks out of the window
even on rainy days
it’s as if he is looking out, at her
 
 
and when he has finished his coffee
and it’s time for him to go home
he puts his flat cap on his head
once again
and heads back out into the busy street
 
 
his right elbow bending
as if his darling wife
is on the end of his arm
 
 
the thing that strikes me most
is his very kind smile
 
 and in turn
 the smile he brings to me.