A tale it is to write,
When I was dressed in white.
Of forty-five minute delays
And the two ordered trays.
I sat there waiting
With everyone staring
Flipping pages, memorizing the menu
Glancing at my phone for a message new.
Panting and sweating with a black mask on,
My friend came in and sat down.
A smile lit my face up, for I wasn't stood up.
Our laughter and chatter made people look up;
While we spent hours nibbling our food
Funny and vibrant, was our child-like mood.
After long hours of 'interrupted' conversation,
We decided to leave our current station.
To a cafe opposite, we arrived
Through the glass windows, the setting sun spied.
Swapping our liking for coffee and tea,
Our talks became a cry of 'Please, help me!'
Recalling forgotten memories and making sense of them a bit too late,
Deciding we have lost too much to our fate.
With a round of blue berry cheese cake
Finally we gave a satisfactory take
On matters at hand
And how much we can withstand.
Our phones rang, a reminder to leave soon
Right before we could see the moon.
Making plans to meet at a zoo
We bade good-bye saying, "What a pleasure it was to meet you!"
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Scribbled Echoes
PoetryPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
