One day you will find me
sitting calmly on a couch
in the marble white hotel's lobby
as if
I have been always there
Early morning
poised
still
but a little nervous
with cooled down black coffee
long since
my heart
without thee
That was me who wrote first
and I swear
feeling thy presence
right in front of me
speechless
pale
feeble
enslaved
by the very long lonely times
endlessly
avoiding eye contact
red roses
ten of them
always
used to make me come back
no matter how long we were separated
to thee
A smell of coffee
thee voice
somewhere
far away from me
I wait
till you leave
and I finish my verse
~Pola Chérie Red Roses/ Ten of them
Introduction to the novel "Red Berry"~
Pola Chérie Poems 2011 @ All rights reserved
