I walked past our café this afternoon during a summer storm

The street furniture was being saturated by the heavy rain

On Sunday we had sat in front of this café sharing a tepid coffee

The sun was warm and you were wearing my red and white dress

I had looked at the café’s brightly coloured tables and chairs

Which were understandably vacant

Puddles had formed on the smooth pavements

And were reflecting the dull colours of the grey green city

I thought of you dry and warm in our small apartment

As I hurried towards the nearest railway station

You would be in the process of drawing my evening bath

And were awaiting my call before adding the cold