To you with Love

I gazed out and saw you starring, peculiar

You had never been there before

Each day had been the same, nothing ever changed

The train shook the cafe each day at noon,  

At Two Old man Tate came in for his pie,

We cleared for dinner at five

In the summer the frogs and crickets chipped outside

It was a summer night that you walked in

Looking up as our eyes met I felt my legs shake

I will forever be grateful for the summer heat that night

Still it was peculiar; you had never been there before

Though everything was the same, it was all about to change

In the small café

The train still rocked every day at noon

Old man Tate never missed a slice of pie

In my lucid dreams, in which I could fly

My summer nights were filling with you

The summer heat could no longer hide my blush

Every night I ran out into your arms,

So what if they looked at me like I was crazy!

Who were they to say, who were to know

What being so deeply in love was all about

Each night was more passionate than the last 

Awe, the next day ~ daydreaming of the night before

It is all so real, all so true, all my love to you 

I knew it was peculiar; you had never been there before

My father broke the news to me on that first brisk morning that you had to move on

He passes me a piece of paper; it seems a familiar note to me though I cannot recall why

The note reads  

 ~ Aimee

                To you with Love

Each day had been the same, nothing ever changed

I count down the days to summer, where I can work in the cafe

Watch Old Man Tate eat his pie at two and wait for the train!

The nurse is calling again

~ Aimee “Time to take your meds, you know how you get if you don’t take your meds!”

Looking at the notes my father has given me, I dream of the café ~ It must be peculiar.

Thirty-two notes that say,

~ Aimee

                To you with Love

How peculiar that each day is the same, that nothing would ever change