I’ll be sitting in the coffee shop

Making small talk

Smiling at the memories past

Wishing some of them might last


I’ll be sitting my kitchen

With no one there to listen

Gazing into the hot tea

Wishing you had crossed the sea

 

I’ll be sitting with my husband

Someone to confide in

Kissing on those furry cheeks

My eyes still have a problem with leaks

I’ll be sitting with my children

Telling them of the love I fell in

Holding them close

Wishing you didn’t cut off my dose