SEPTEMBER MORN

I awakened one morning, and sat at the kitchen table, all alone gazing out the window. I saw the most beautiful day, The leaves were turning orange; the sun was just coming up from behind the trees. The sky was blue, along with a nice cool breeze. I sipped my lonely coffee from one little coffee cup. I hoped to catch a glimpse of you in the street; I hoped you would drive by. Maybe to give me a glimmer of hope, that somehow you thought of me. The tears ran down my robe, and dripped into the cup. No, you just weren't there. I had a hard time trying to explain to the babies where you were last night, when they were crying for their daddy, but you were gone again. I tried to comfort them; so I gave them a night-light. We all went to bed crying and very, very sad. I know you weren't sleeping with me, just someone else instead. This morning history repeats it-self. Almost twenty years from then. I drank a lonely cup of coffee all alone. The tears dripped down my robe, and dripped into my coffee cup. I gazed out the window and saw a beautiful day. But, your car wasn't parked there anymore, in it's usual place.

What kind of fool am I? That twenty years later I let you hurt me again? I've come to a conclusion, one you may not like. I realize that you never did really love me, and that you've never changed. I wish it could have been different. I wish it could have been a good thing. I wish we were in love the way married people should be. You went your way, and I went mine. We were both in love again. But, by what cruel fate did you enter my life, after all this time? Your feelings just aren't strong enough for me, to be a faithful man. I have faced that, now see it if you can. I'm sick of lies and fighting about all the others you had. So now everything is quiet at last. I hope I find some Peace being home alone. Just me and my one little coffee cup. What a fool I am! To ever let history repeat, again.

by Dorothy Fontaine