Over Cappuccino

I sit with you in a crowded coffeehouse
  Blues in the background
  Dim lights, cigarette smoke.
  You lean toward me to tell me something
  And even though we're only "friends"
  My breath quickens when you bend your head close
  And your hair brushes against mine.
Suddenly, I think of him
  He says he loves me and wants to make me happy
  And I know that I care for him too
  You've never said anything like that to me,
  But still...
 
It wasn't for him that I cried last night
It isn't his arms I want so much to hold me
It's not his voice I want to hear
He wasn't in my dreams last night
And though he's miles away
I don't miss him like I do you when you walk out the door.


Written by Sara Randall, 1996