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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448754" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dark</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cradled the coffee cup<br>her eyes on the door<br>each entrant receiving an expectant glance<br>but each time<br>it was not the one<br>her glance then<br>did a sad swan dive<br>into the swirling mist<br>above the coffee cup<br>she hoping to see a future there<br>in its foaming liquid<br>which would foretell<br>he would come<br>he would come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shifted her weight<br>to one side then the other<br>lifting her hand<br>to signal<br>for another cup to come<br>to sit beside the faulty one<br>which had erred; <br>he'd be there in a minute or two.<br>But he wasn't.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The new cup would correct that fault<br>new fumes would swirl<br>and tell a different tale<br>of one where he rush through the door<br>talking of late planes, cab fares<br>lost cell phones, eager anticipations<br>breathless sorrys, apologies and regrets<br>all to lie there on the white linen table top<br>on which was arrayed two dead mugs<br>of now cold and stale Colombian roast, <br>their porcelain profiles lined up<br>watching a third arrive<br>in the lengthening night<br>looking up to encounter my eyes<br>looking upon her tabled scenario; <br>she quickly looked away<br>and then back again<br>wondering I think, <br>if I was his messenger<br>had news of him<br>who should be in the Lausaus seat<br>opposite her<br>surely to rise from the dead<br>ever expected<br>but never arrived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take my coffee cup emissary<br>lift it in my palm<br>my hesitancy overcome<br>to glide into the Lazurus seat<br>my cup to my lips<br>as her's was; <br>all silent<br>no words needed<br>silent communion; <br>gentle healing<br>as my cup<br>came down to the table top<br>allowing a hesitant hand<br>to reach out<br>while her eyes<br>grew large<br>peering into the reflected glare<br>of the night window<br>seeing him descend <br>from a taxi-cab<br>planting a gentle kiss<br>upon she who smiled<br>falling back into the dark<br>and sitting erect<br>we both watched <br>her recede<br>a sideways smile<br>on her face<br>and he, <br>he came to the door<br>only then to realize<br>that the loving scene<br>he thought unseen<br>was in fact observed<br>by two<br>one of whom he knew<br>and one he did not.<br>His face wrenched, perplexed; <br>sin and retribution<br>joined now at the hip; <br>a bullet shot bounces back<br>once shot<br>and shooter then realizes<br>he will die<br>and apologize<br>simultaneously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All now frozen; <br>he standing stock still<br>recognizing by eyewitness he is lost<br>turns on his heel<br>in full retreat<br>while we two<br>breathed for the first<br>our eyes<br>glide<br>to lock again<br>as we both rising simultaneously<br>to walk out<br>into the now hopeful dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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her eyes on the door
each entrant receiving an expectant glance
but each time
it was not the one
her glance then
did a sad swan dive
into the swirling mist
above the coffee cup
she hoping to see a future there
in its foa..."></div>
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