A bit of fun with acrostic verse.
Together in the restaurant,
Our conversation touches on trivial things.
Under less certain skies
Camaraderie still flourishes,
Here, as it may in distant hostile climes.
Maybe there could be a small chance of reconciliation.
Every moment carries hope.
I sit thinking hopeful thoughts, as you sip your coffee.
Am I losing any hope, I wonder, stirring my Americano?
Burning coffee beans roar in the cappuccino machine.
Umber-brown aromas scorch the air, I taste it,
Remembering the brown Cafés of Amsterdam.
Now you finally look at me,
Intensely; staring, analysing.
Now I wonder what you are thinking, as
Gentle shadows flatter your searching eyes.
For a minue or so, we say nothing.
Only your breathing, my breathing, and
Roaring bursts of espresso steam behind the counter.
You ask if I'm OK... I nod.
Only I know that,
Under this calm façade, I burn to say something more.