Slumber Cafe

Let me live out my dreams.

Like this one in particular

where we’re at a downtown cafe.

It’s sunny outside but also jacket weather,

a quick breeze bothers

the leaves of an oak.

We talk like old friends

about life,

about us,

about fifth and sixth chances.

You are eating a piece of lemon cake

with a cup of Italian coffee,

while I eat something lame

like a blueberry scone.

There is no fighting,

there are no threats,

lies do not take up residence

in this space.

We share a laugh together

while a finch lands on the table

and steals a lemony crumb

from your empty plate.

Doves coo from the power line above.

The scene is picturesque.

As we say goodbye

you hug me tight,

the side of your head pressed

against the center of my chest.

The chemical release fills my body

like a drug, tingling my nerves.

I do not want to let go.

My alarm goes off,

reality sets in.

My chest sinks like a convict

thrown to the sharks.

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