A Quiet Cafe

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If only you'd come, if only you'd stayed
And talked with me while the jazz music played
At this quiet cafe in the long afternoon
My hope like the flames in a hot air balloon
I watched streams of couples come and go
Laughing and looking and taking love slow
And friends met for coffee and catching up
Leaving their lipstick on every white cup
I sighed as the sun dipped into the trees
It's fading light brought a faint evening breeze
The busboy began to wipe tables and chairs
He smiled at me; at least somebody cares
About a lonely young woman in a quiet cafe
Maybe next time you'll come and you'll stay