Under bright blue skies

-thanks to recent soaking rains-

I waited for you on streets

lined with Jacarandas.

I had woken up early,

bought you something for your coffee,

and walked down with a spring

in my step to surprise you.

Up and down;

left and right;

cars and taxis.

The mid-week morning rush hour.

I imagine your face when you realise

that it’s me waiting for you!

I’m eager for deep meaningful

conversation.

Without a watch,

I’m forced to estimate the time.

I even walk up the road,

just in case.

Whatever the reason,

you’re nowhere in sight.

My excitement deflated

like an old tired balloon.

With brilliant blue and magenta

above me,

I trudge home,

feeling foolish.

I guess I will eat the caramel muffin

on my own then.