Poem#8

Leather Seat Solitude

I sat alone in a café,

Sipping on my hot cocoa,

Fog covering my glass,

Listening to quietness

In my heart,

Yet murmurs in the air,

Breathing of strangers around,

Still snuggling

In the leather seat.

Fast footsteps ing by,

Cars hustling to their destination,

Thoughts jumping around,

Trying to calm the inner storm

With words from ink and

White background.

With the last glowing ray,

The tick of the old clock

Shows the time is over—

For another time,

With new pages to finish

In my never-ending book.