cafe hopeful – poem

I wait alone
on the cafe
we used to go to

Cafe Hopeful
it was called
where we spent
infinitely better together
lightweight days almost over

I always liked
the noise and atmosphere inside

How the clinking of mugs
drowned the idea of yesterday
forgotten about the soul of tomorrow
and gave us
Hope for today

to Cafe Hopeful!
where we cheered our drinks and burned our tongues
and as the day went by
the night was filled with fog

Cafe Hopeful,
where everything started
where it ended
the violin sets off
the melody sweet

sweet like the peppermint coffee
served still steaming hot
to take a sip
means tasting the early Christmas breeze

Cafe Hopeful
where I was given hope
and where I lost it all the same


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