She goes to her local restaurant with no bookings all days of the week Most days she is accommodated Busy days, she refuses to leave Instead she keeps waiting hoping someone, some group takes pitty on her and willing to share a table She will repay such kindness by taking care of the bills big or small She doesn’t care The money is so insignificant comparing to the company she gets The only company she gets
She thinks black and white She knows right or wrong She is refreshing when she speaks her mind She is energising when she speaks your mind She is beautiful when she dances with total abandon She is light when she faces the sun singing to the birds
The sun prints on the floor to give a hint of time. I have been sitting in the chill for longer than I realise. The coffee has gone cold, and the froth has gone undone. People perhaps grow tired of me watching them, they call the bill swiftly. This table is meant to be bridging our hands together. But with your absence, the space between us grows apart further and deeper.
The human race are not machines. Grease and grime don’t feed us. Electricity or coal don’t power us. Carriage or container don’t move us. We are flesh and blood bear sins. There was epigraph written long before our birth. We are of love, power and sound minds.