How the sun shone
through the trees
dappling the umbrella
over the table
where we did not sit
and chilled to perfection
redolent of apricots
and new-mown hay
the bottle of wine
we did not share
on our lunch date
which never took place
last Monday at one o’clock
in your favorite cafe
on the cedar-shaded hill
sitting alone I toasted you
so far away remembering
sun-drenched days
books splayed across our laps
eyes closed against the glare
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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