Seven years ago
I sat at this table-
I had dinner with you.
The window behind
Revealed the promise-
A sun-blessed August evening
Where all seemed possible.
But seven years later
And you have moved on.
And seven years later
I find myself back at this table-
Alone.
Looking out the window pane
At grey clouds and rain,
No romance, just seeking shelter
As I wait for my bus.
Seeking answers -
But none are revealed.
My view is distorted
By the empty chair,
The ache in my heart
And the beer in my glass.
Is that rain on the window pane,
Or tears in my eyes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hats off to you, Brian. Though, it is your first poem that I have come across, I am greatly impressed by its simple yet emotional impact. This is a favourite now. Thanks.
Thank you.