And he rather liked that she was always there five or ten minutes before to hold the table and not yet decide what to order And she rather liked that he walked in with a wide smile, had to take in her face and always found some lash to wipe away, then fix her cheek And they rather liked that this hour tumbled along happily like fall leaves playing the wind Spilling their conversations like the Sunday paper spread and shared With different cups of tea they sipped one another again, every afternoon