Passing Moments

 

The coffee becomes cold

as the minutes tick by

Passing footsteps 

offer hope

that is inevitably denied

The flowers have wilted

without the sunshine

Early evening approaches

announcing the time

You eventually arrive

bearing smiles and laughter

Asking why I am sitting

alone in the darkness

In the shadow that's cast

No words can bring comfort

The coffee's still cold

and the moment

has passed