Where Do Your Eyes Fall?

(5 minute challenge for the evening)


It doesn’t matter – no it doesn’t really,
That the place can be crowded and full,
Or it can be empty with hardly a soul around,
Because tell me – where do your eyes fall?

There can be many tables empty,
All looking pretty much equally attractive (or not),
Tempting you to take a pick and to your fancy,
But then tell me – where do your eyes fall?

Well it could be that many (or most) tables are taken,
Each one guarded closely with little intent to share,
Turning you away with loaded places and empty spaces,
Pause a second and tell me – where do your eyes fall?

All this emptiness or spacelessness (if you will),
Your eyes may momentarily glance over them,
You can be tempted to just settle on one and make do,
But you know in your heart that it wouldn’t do – really;

Where your eyes fall is where your heart beckons to be,
Amidst one or all tables empty or taken,
That there is only one place you want and ought be:
At the table which you would call your own to be;

Now tell me again – where do your eyes fall?


There There

I walk down the same old bookstore aisle and turn that same little corner,
Expecting to see you sitting in front of that shelf searching for a play there;

I buy my cup of tea at the cafe and take an empty seat somewhere,
Feeling somehow you’ll be at the regular table – you always do your work there;

I pick up a book and flip through a couple of pages,
Sensing you’ll just spoil the rest of the story for me (just cos you’ve read it) there;

I walk past our regular coffee joint and look at the pretty pastries and comfortable chairs,
Remembering the barely edible things you used to bake and the cakes we used to eat there;

I reach for my phone and squint at the notifications,
Knowing somewhere that your name would show up with a few silly hearts right there;

But you’re not there anymore, 
Maybe you never were there for me before.

– blame it on / credits to kino, and the melancholic music they play (23 Feb 2014)