Small Cafe

 
We went on different routes  
meeting same in the night.  
Drinking wine - an easy way out  
drowning turmoil of separate plight.  
 
The den was crowded so a table we shared,  
Our hearts so lonely, risking no care.  
 
It must 'ave been a miracle  
that guided us  this way.  
You needed me, and I You  
at the time in that dark cafe.  
 
Out of the voided blue,  
my love left me for another  
my heart burning with pain.  
You said you lost a brother  
your heart felt much of the same.  
 
Seeking solace in the company of others -  
still remaining in solitude,  
we sought out the small cafe.  
Not expecting the masses  
we drank together -  
in an unexpected stay.  
 
2 people needing a miracle.  
2 people needing it right away;  
2 people hurting. . .  
guided to a small cafe.