The Weird Guy
The Weird Guy
Aprils wet day has rained
Since sunrise
Mid-day
In a friendly café
The patter of skies falling water
Lost in the strangers chit chat
Un-listened to music
Bleats
But peaceful and calm
And glad we all are
Warm as we are
To sit and sup on beer
And coffees with brandy
Around me
So many unrecognizable faces
Banter back and forth
Saying “Hello” to friends
Spending their time careless
In the welcome arms of “Waldemar’s” café
I sit alone
Perched on a bar stool
Breathing the smoke
My short drink cooling
I am surrounded by an invisible wall
Even the space around me
Is larger than most
I am writing
And the odd man
With the note pad and pen
Is left alone to his curious expression
And far way stare
And as usual
I am thinking of her
Her face, her auburn hair
Times we spend together
Somewhere
I don’t know where
Embraces and kisses we share
Somewhere
In the quizzical spaces of reality
She speaks to me
And in these moments
I am not alone
No not alone
Even though the empty place she preoccupies
Sits filled by her at my side
Hangs there
A vacant arm wrapped round her waist
With all those small reminders
Of loves everlasting gratitude
As warm and supple as the hip beneath
The soft cotton of her dress
She smiles at me
Baby propped in the crook of her arm
Mother
Lover
And all three of us
Equal
One
The curiosity of my expression
Holds the wistful seconds
Flooded out in silence
So many of the café crowd have noticed
The weird guy
With his note book and pen
Looks around and meets their hopefully unmarked stares
But he pays no attention
Doesn’t even see them
It’s the fall of curls and hazel eyes
He sees
And the world in a fuzzy haze
For now cannot break his desire and need
For a life still perched
Upon a bar stool seat
Waiting to happen
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