Juliana
By RK Daley
Juliana holds her coffee,
Their conversation and
My attention in her hand.
I haven't seen her
Since we moved to
Without each other.
Sometimes she would leave
Her purse at my table
While she sang.
Her voice, the piano,
my heart.
Over the top of my cup
Our eyes lock in recognition,
But he holds her attention.
I can do nothing less than smile.
A deep breath replaces
The ones I forgot to take.
She left without saying hello.
Two cups later, and
I still want to cry.
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