There’s a café down the hill where I do my wistful dreaming, leaning on the window-sill hypnotised and often scheming. I would fain go there each day plotting deeds of derring-do, and it’s fairly safe to say that the dream is always you! § We were lovers for a while and we planned a life of bliss. We walked for many a mile when we’d cuddle and we’d kiss. But life can be unfair and you had to go away. Your loss was hard to bear, and I love you still today!
This was prompted when I read Tom Alexander’s Afternoon Café and I have shamelessly copied some of his words. You may wish to have a look at his poem, and others, that I’m sure you’ll enjoy, on his site at The Lighthouse. Please do leave a comment on Tom’s original.
Peter's pondering 
