She came over for coffee
At the old wooden inn
In her woolen pullover
And her face was shining
The old inn attendant
Came in with a kettle
Carrying the hot drink
As she'd always did
With every sip
There came magical words
Tales of our childhood
Our likes and dislikes
The games we played in the wood
She would shake her icon head
And her black hair swayed
My heart stop with the movements
And my eyes twinkled
I said I liked her
And she smiled
The sweetest thing
Coffee felt sour
For that moment
And I couldn't look at her
My eyes were fixed on the coffee cup
Below on the wrecked table
I felt weak and my legs were shaking
Then she took a deep breath
And said calmly
'I'd have died waiting
To hear those words Jack
I wished you would have said them
At sixteen
When darkness found us at the bridge
And I tucked my hand in yours,
Remember? 'She asked .
We walked down the wooden stairs
Out into the cold night
The old women smiled behind our backs
Maybe this was their greatest dream
I remember one had been saying to me
'My son that's a nice piece'
For three years now
I'd guess so
We walked slowly to the bridge
We'd stood on ,that cloudless night
Four years ago
Tonight was cloudless too
And it was nine sixteen pm too
