Each night I find my self here
Maybe tonight you will pass near
Where are you?
At this café just down the street
In the chance that our eyes will meet
I need you
In a booth against the back wall
Near a phone in case you might call
Im waiting
Without warning you appear
All alone youre standing there
Heart racing
Finally your eyes meet mine
We chat, share a glass of wine
Im dreaming
Each night I find my self here
Maybe tonight you will pass near
Where are you?
Copyright© Michael R Wood 2001
Picture by Barbara A Wood
Don't we forever wait for the right time???
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