COFFEE

Remembrances of that evening still linger.
Heartache, sorrow, disappointment, regret,
Bittersweet love songs,
You and me,
Tears,
And coffee at Giacamo’s.

I wish it had been a café in Paris,
And that you were
A mysterious seductress
Seething with passion, lust and intrigue,
And that I were a better man,
More handsome, more worldly,
More ardent, more spontaneous,
Less judgmental.

That evening could have been perfect,
Except it was us,
Arguing over coffee
About nothing.