Madame Cafe Poem by L. K. Thayer

she no longer
daydreamed
of sunsets
nor of a man on a
white horse
nor of miracles
nor of dancing till
dawn
nor tantrums
nor true confessions
nor her lover

she only imagined cities
who’s cafes she could write in
a table and chair she could
inhabit
with her pen and paper
scribble her thoughts down
drink a glass of wine
and let the rhymes take
her away

she would live her life
simply
by walking to the café
to her table and back
then walk from her table home
to a solitary life, of her cats
and books and paintings
and poetry

she knew that this
was what she wanted
when she woke in
the morning
after brushing her hair
and feeding her cats
she would put on her shoes
roll down her socks
grab her pen and notebook
and walk down to
the café
she felt a warm feeling
of home
not at home
but within
herself