Exterior of the Au Coq Hardi bar and cafe on a foggy street at night on November 1 1948 in Paris, France. (Photo by Michael Ochs Archive/Getty Images)I read all the pain

from a napkin in a café.

She wrote she could not stay.

She left early from the café.

 

I’ve been late from all that rain,

alone she sat and drank her coffee.

Alone I came, alone I left

and never got my fancy coffee.