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I was doing what some writers do on a Spring day,

sipping coffee and going over roughly written drafts.

A yellow highlighter told me of my many corrections,

but Steven King didn’t get it right the first time either.

*****

The corner cafe wasn’t to crowded for such a cool day,

I ate my salad and drank coffee as I mended my pages.

So absorbed was the task that I had to deal with today,

that I did not notice anyone coming into the small cafe.

*****
But the Spring winds carried a familiar scent my way,

one that I had not smelled in many a year at least.

Saying a quick prayer that my thoughts was wrong,

my dark blue eyes searched the people at the cafe.

*****

A few feet from me sat a couple ordering a lunch,

the waiter rapidly writing down what they wanted.

Then they held hands as the Spring winds blew,

quietly chatting until their ordered lunch came.

****

The seated man was tall,dark and very handsome,

the grey was beginning to show in his short beard.

Blue jeans and an old faded jacket fit him very well,

something  told me that I had seen this man before.

****

My script and salad was neglected as I watched him,

from his head to his toes nothing was missed at all.

But what struck me was the way he used his hands,

someone I once knew used them in the same way.

*****
Shaking it off I returned to my lunch and my script,

determined that it was a case of mistaken identity.

There was no way that it could be who I thought,

my writers imagination is running away with me.

*****

I did not see this tall man get up and walk by me,

so absorbed was I in trying to work on my script.

But as he passed by the cologne was still familiar,

I could swear someone had said hello Payge to me.

*****

I looked up to find dark brown eyes stare back to me,

there was no mistaking the hands and cologne now.

He said its been a while and I hope you are doing ok,

it was a huge shock to see you sitting in the corner.

*****

I said I’m fine with a shaky voice and sinking heart,

its been awhile and I hope you are doing ok as well.

He said I’m married now and will have twins sons soon,

I say I never got married after you and I parted ways.

****

He did not know my heart was beating very rapidly,

that I had not fallen out of love with my ex love at all.

I did not know that he had the same thoughts as well,

but neither party was going to tell no matter what.

****

He gave me his card and told me to give him a call,

or better yet come by tomorrow at the book signing.

I took it with shaky hands and told him I will try to,

but my editor wanted me in his office at the same time.

*****

I watched him go back to his wife and unborn babies,

each step tore a hole in my heart I could not repair.

He waved and gave me a well remembered smile,

I waved back then hurriedly left before I could cry.

****

I decided later to skip my former loves book signing,

for there was no use dredging up our old memories.

I loved him then and still does but its way to late now,

I would buy a copy of his book at Barnes and Nobles.

*****

I never saw him give me a longing look as I left,

thinking back to the time that we were a couple.

It would do no good to bring those days back now,

for he was married and soon expecting twin sons.