CuppaGemma

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