History Between Us
I would recognize those eyes
from across a crowded shop,
which is where I first caught sight
of saucers of Sumatra brew
shining bright reflecting light.
Ironic that my gaze would wander
over the rim of a steaming cup
and catch the glint of those self
same eyes some five years after
the fact of our sudden demise.
I slipped out as fast as I could,
there was just too much that stood
between us now. History
is replete with repetition.