Table 12 by jude kyrie

The old cafe has not changed.
Only you have 
even I am just the same.
You tell me you are getting married.
I stop hearing your words.
Instead watching the movement
of your crimson lips.

The ones I had longed
to press to mine forever.
The silence settles in my ears.
Yet a crescendo of thoughts
explode Inside my head.
Why did I never ask you
for that kiss?
The one that would have
stolen your heart for always.

The waitress passes by 
serving steaming coffee
to faceless people.

Your eyes light like stars
as you tell me 
where you will live.
How you met.
How much you love him.

You talk of other things
as friends do.
I bury my grief 
in my silent heart.

The last touch of your fingers
More than a farewell.
But the last goodbye.