Poems about Love

winter memories

I remember those mornings,
the café warm against winter's chill,
your crimson scarf wrapped around me,
your nose pink from the cold.

You'd sit, reading the paper,
wavy hair falling over your brow,
and I'd sip my black coffee,
just watching you.

You'd catch my eye,
smiling as you leaned close,
your lips meeting mine,
a warmth in the cold.

Now, nothing has changed-
the winter, the pink nose, the scarf.
Only, when you lean in,
it's her you're kissing, not me.