I left you a card
I asked
As you stirred your coffee
Sitting by the entrance
Of the café
“Oh that was ages
I almost forgot”
It had my poems
I wrote specially
For you
With words
Of affection and sublime charm
Woven with feelings
Pure and true
And
You failed to mention
It’s been six months
I waited for you
To let me know
A gesture
A word
That you read it?
Liked it?
My expectations melted
Like butter
On your toast