I’ve been sitting here awhile.
My cup is empty.
No matter, I like watching human traffic.
Foreign students chatter by.
Her! She passes every day;
fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful;
the picture of my love when I promised her the universe.
Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride;
his tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition;
I remember those days, before this.
A fretful girl struggles with her double pram. Are my children all grown up now?
As the world turns a dog sniffs my shoe.
Clink. Silver hits my cup. I salute you.
©Anna Ghislena 2013
This was another 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups . To take part head for this link : http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week107/