STEPHANIE

As I sit alone in this café, words buried deep begin to break.

Whose embers burn clean, stoking flames of constant dreams.

My mind views the open door. Dare I wish for something more…

Could I have the life I see; a future of you? Of me.?

Or leave the thrill alone, a dying leaf in winter's bone.

But then you come to me, your smile the thing I see.

Your lips so soft, so meek, as they graze upon my cheek.

I forget the pain I felt, push it deep within myself.

Should I bask in who you are? Push heart’s door a bit ajar

Or snuff emotions out, watch them vapor like a cloud.

I embrace the joy. The now. I pray that you somehow

Sense the life I long to touch, the plans I’ve laid in trust

To make our home complete, hear the patter of little feet.

Should I share the life I see? The joy, The thrill, The glee.

Or watch it as a sunset haze, a memory of love’s dying rays.