By Chen Zhao, Silentgrin@hotmail.com
Date: 23 July 1998

Rainy morning at a Starbucks with you

So there you sit fingering a spoon,
stirring your too hot cup of coffee.
Just sitting and stirring, sitting some more...

I shift in my seat and glance out the window
into the sheets of rain which fall, one in front of the other.
Just sitting and watching, sitting some more...

So your coffee grows cold, 
and our conversation grows old,
and we both know
when it’s time to go.