Sitting here in my favourite café watching the world go by.
Watching, waiting; hoping, thinking even praying that you would walk in.
Every noise, every time the door opens; I want it to be you ~ maybe I need it to be you?
On rare days, you’ll surprise me; in you will walk ~ or there I shall find you.
A smile and loving greeting for me, some much needed gossip for both of us to hear.
Sometimes we have arranged it so I know you will be there with that beautiful smile, yet still I cannot help but be nervous.
Most days though I am left, wishing; waiting; watching and hoping for it to be my day!