Waiting Over Coffee

Her daughter was waiting with me
In the coffee shop, waiting for my lover
“I want to talk to you, I have questions
“I can’t understand what you both see
“In a love that can’t be forever
“And you are the only one she mentions

“When we talk about love or men.
“And you are married, you have a wife
“And there’s your hand with a wedding ring”
I wont speak for your mom, don’t think I can
Nor or her plan for the rest of her life
But let me try to explain this thing

That morning not so long ago
We didn’t expect it, weren’t out looking
But we both found something we were missing
From our lives and that made it easy to grow.
Sometimes these things can just start cooking
When someone starts making your heart sing

Decisions are made with the heart or the mind
Not often they both work together
In this case my heart was much stronger
When that happens often you will find
Yourself powerless decide whether
You will stop or just hope it lasts longer

“You are wrong, you can stop and you know it.
“You are both thinking only of each other,
“Selfish or selfless - just each other”
No, we are aware of others, if we don’t show it
And beneath the joy that I share with your mother
Is a sadness that comes nearer, that comes closer

For us both and for you, and my wife.
But it’s real, and no real love is wrong
And you really can love more than one
“Do you love my mom like you love your wife?”
Differently , dear, but both loves are strong
And one doesn’t make the other undone

“Would you marry? Would you try?”
If we were young perhaps but again
Our love is too new and untried
But she makes my thoughts fly
Toward what if’s and maybe’s and when’s
But we haven’t been tested, we haven’t yet cried

“Cried – does your wife know about her?”
Yes, only that there is someone I see
Harshly: “Does she cry?”
She did, but guilt is relieved with the tear
She has strayed in the past and told me
And she may still see the other guy

“Oh,God! Does that make you feel sad?”
The less I know the better but clearly not good
But then who am I to pass judgement
And you know that life can make you feel bad
we don’t always agree on what one wants and what the other should
And sometimes “bad” things are heaven sent

Now it seems like my job, my chief worry
Keeping all from as much hurt I can
this really happened, there is no going back
And honestly, dear, I just can’t feel sorry
But I need to carefully plan
To keep real needs, and commitments intact

She smiled but I saw the tear
She sighed and then she looked around
But reached out and took my hand
Her mom came in, I was glad to have her be here
“Have you been questioning him up and down?”
“Not too much, mom, and I like your man.”