Together Poem by Howard Pipe

When she waited for a coffee
and lost her thoughts he was
a face in the crowd, and he missed her
by a table when she poured
a glass of wine. She hadn't

seen him from her pavement café
on that hot afternoon. As he served
orders from the kitchen he
was soaked in the tastes and

aromas of a Parisian weekend.
The febrile atmosphere
had brought them here and

pulled them apart, and it wasn't
now that they would meet,

and become joined together.