Return to the Cafe
He hadn't been in a while.
It had probably been a month or better since he'd met her there last, since he'd even passed by. It hurt too much.
The absence of her...
He paused taking in the crowd of the afternoon, feeling the weight in his chest like a stone resting there. He didn't know why he came today. He just felt pulled.. in need of her, in need of this place, even though he knew he would not find her here, but even the memory of her and their times were a comfort still.
He looked for their waitress. He did not see her and so that brought some disappointment. He took his usual table, thankful it was empty at least. A gentleman waiter approached and took his order, just a café.
He looked around and listened to the din of conversation, catching bits and pieces, the lilt of feminine laughter at a deep voice.
He started once at a woman passing, her glance falling upon him appreciatively. He nearly rose from his seat, her hair like hers, her eyes not the same however, and his heart thudded restlessly.
He finished his coffee, sipping slowly, enjoying the warmth... and the memories as they flowed over him... and he felt the weight in his chest increase... would the pain ever go away?
He got up and left a few bills on the table. Before he walked away he looked around, once more. Hoping... but knowing he would see no one..
It had probably been a month or better since he'd met her there last, since he'd even passed by. It hurt too much.
The absence of her...
He paused taking in the crowd of the afternoon, feeling the weight in his chest like a stone resting there. He didn't know why he came today. He just felt pulled.. in need of her, in need of this place, even though he knew he would not find her here, but even the memory of her and their times were a comfort still.
He looked for their waitress. He did not see her and so that brought some disappointment. He took his usual table, thankful it was empty at least. A gentleman waiter approached and took his order, just a café.
He looked around and listened to the din of conversation, catching bits and pieces, the lilt of feminine laughter at a deep voice.
He started once at a woman passing, her glance falling upon him appreciatively. He nearly rose from his seat, her hair like hers, her eyes not the same however, and his heart thudded restlessly.
He finished his coffee, sipping slowly, enjoying the warmth... and the memories as they flowed over him... and he felt the weight in his chest increase... would the pain ever go away?
He got up and left a few bills on the table. Before he walked away he looked around, once more. Hoping... but knowing he would see no one..