Rendezvous at the Café Terrace at Night
yes, the particles are in bloom tonight,
but the wine will not
pop out in red on my face, I think,
because, I am already flushed
with the excitement of seeing you again.
I am sorry, I am speaking so fast,
I seem to think I have so much to say,
so much you must
want to hear, after all, here we are,
and it was you who finally
e-mailed me and said we must talk,
that you need to tell me all
these things that had backed up in your heart
and you were ready
to flood me with all those explanations,
and you hoped I would agree
to see you, you knew you have been
an ass again, maybe I would
not care any longer to hear,
because after all, I have e-mailed you
many times, and been met with
that cold silence, and I have e-mailed
you about needing closure,
and you wouldn’t give it so I took it,
and naturally, well, naturally you are unsure,
maybe I have stopped being the kind-hearted
soul you remember, and maybe I have just become
indifferent to anything you have to say,
but you would really like to explain, you think you can now, and you
hope I will agree to see you, we can finally be the kind of friends you
have wanted all along to be—
I sip my coffee, it is cold. that flood may never wash, I fear.
