Life – K.B

Life

 

 

At the emptiest
Hour,

The café is empty.

A little romantic
Music is on the
Waves.

A woman
In the far corner
Turns aimlessly
Her spoon
In the tea.

A man at the other
Corner
Is doing the same
With his coffee.

They don’t talk,

Don’t look at each
Other.

The bar tender
Is playing with his
Cat.

She moves her leg.

He dips his biscuit.

They don’t talk
And yet ,
They would
Feel more lonely
If any of them two
Left

To go back into
Life :

The crowded morning
Subway ;

The odorous
Lines;

The rain,

The wind,

The heavy bag,

The grocery
At night ;

And back
To the café
At the little
Hours.

This time,
She gives
Him a quick
Glance,

He’s reading
The papers.

The same routine
Comes back.

Every day,
It whirls like
A Babel tower.

Except that
Indifference
Is accumulating
Itself.

It can last
Forever

Except
That one day,

The man dropped
To the ground.

She hurried
To help him.

He smiles slyly.

Finally, he’s getting
There.

As he broke
His knee by
Falling,

He also broke
The ice of his
Daily prison.

Now,
He can smell
Her perfumes

When he kisses
Her every morning
In his bed or in the
Café.

The bartender
Silently collects
The glasses.

Nothing has changed,
Except for them two.

 

 
K.B

 

 
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