One more chance.

Bracing winds tear through my thin cotton shirt,
As I wait in vain for a glimpse of her.
But I know she won’t be coming today,
Not at half term. She lives far out of town,
That much I do know. But still like a fool
I wait, hoping to see her one more time.
“Teaching isn’t what I hoped it would be.”
She once told me, during one of our brief
Conversations. Has she gone?  Gone for good?
The thought of not seeing her again hurts
Inside, like a beaver gnawing at my
Brain. Sweet Ivy I only wish we had
Spoken more, laughed more, dated, just one time.
Back inside, the warmth of my small café
Comforts only a little. Feeling sad,
Wanting to see the sparkle in her eyes
Just one more time. To tell her just how deep
I have fallen for her. But I resign
my self to never seeing her again.
Oh Mr Baker, I should have spoken
To her earlier, told her how I feel,
But now it’s too late. Her heart will never
Be mine. Just one more chance is all I ask,
Just one chance to give my heart forever.
With the autumn light now fading outside
I gather my paperwork together.
Try to make sense of the VAT and
Stock levels and end the day on a high.
When a soft hand lays over mine. When a
Sweet voice says, “I don’t just want a burger.”
I raise my head and sparkling eyes meet mine,
“I love you so much.” I told her. She smiled.
Six months passed quickly, now Mrs Baker
Is my partner in life and the café.