The sun is shining on our table
outside, in the corner of the patio.
Are you there, looking for me?
Shade slides across pavement
as afternoon fades into evening,
heat melting into a softness
that quiets the city’s heartbeat.
Are you still waiting for me?
Nearby, in a brick-walled shop,
shelves lean under the weight
of aging books, tended by an old
gray cat and a cantankerous man.
Maybe I will find you here?
Perhaps you page through a slim
volume of poetry, or admire faded
watercolors of the California coast.
Have you found what you sought?
As I approach, your eyes focus more
slowly than they used to, then
sparkle in sudden recognition.
How will we find each other now?
You browse slowly, so I wander
with you, companionably, until
we succumb to the cafe’s siren call.
Could we visit it, just once more?
Someday, for you, for me, there
will be no more waiting. We will
take, forever, our own sweet time.
© 2020, by Hannah Six
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