Everyone has a fantasy

You have left your best smiles,
softest of whispers,
at our preferred corner
of the restaurant.

I'm sitting here now,
tables around occupied with
indistinct words,
occasional laughs,
hushed tones of cutlery.

I drink the bitterness
of my black coffee

though I simply need the hollow
of the seat in front
and your favourite Zucchini soup
between us