The Bookshop: Not Today

I waited

I was there

Searching the faces

There in the bookshop

But she did not come today

I know because I looked for her

Expecting to recognise her

Any moment to find her

But it was not to be

Maybe next time

But not today

Not today

 

I wonder

Could it be

She was waylaid –

Missed the train or bus

Bumped into an old friend

Went back to check on the stove

Was she running a little late

Did she arrive after I left

I guess it could happen

So maybe next week

Just not today

Not today

 

I wonder

If she waited too

If she looked for me

And thought I didn’t come

That I somehow got the date wrong

Did she sigh over her latte and books

And search among mystery faces

Wishing Neruda’s poetry to life

Until the realisation dawned

That time is out of sync

And it’s not today

It’s not today

 

We met

Just the once

And now I wonder

If she even remembers the time

The night she visited in my dream

The way we saw each other and knew

Knew that we had come home

And I woke with an aching

With a deep sad longing

To find her once again

So why not today?

Why not today?

 

Of course

I will return

And I will wait

And I will keep looking

Among the pages and words

Searching for her beautiful face

In the bookshop of our destiny

Calling out her silent name

Imagining our meeting

Even if not today

Then very soon

If not today

 

 

Copyright 2006

 

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