Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Jun 2014


The last time
I spoke to you
Was by the river,
Hedged in by skyscrapers
At night, the lights
Of a restaurant yellow
Behind me as people
Moved between tables,
Laughing, eating,
Completing the day.

You were not there.
We spoke on the phone
As the water
Glittered beneath
The moon and light
Thrown from the windows.
It was the only place
I could find that
Was silent, where we
Could talk in peace.

We started
The conversation
In hope.
There was a possibility.
But then we both knew
There was no future.
I would not see you
Again. I thought
Of your hair, your eyes.
The water flowed,

And flowed.