In the Café

I was there in the café
When she walked in,
Looking as fabulous
As she ever did.
Or so they say.

Picking her seat,
Taking off her coat,
She revealed soft,
Flawless skin.
Or so they say.

The waiter who
Took her order gushed
When he heard her soft,
Husky voice.
Or so they say.

I was there in the café
When she walked in,
But all I saw and heard
Was you — and you only.
(Or so I’ll say.)

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