look back in sadness

Look Back In Sadness.

I had been thinking a lot about her lately,
remembered, as one too often does, only
the good times. Drove to the street where
she lives, sat in a café in case she should
walk by. When she did I could see the hint
of laughter in her eyes had been replaced
by the glare of chronic bitterness; mascara
and lipstick on her ashen face looked like
flotsam on an autumnal beach… I looked
down on the table in front me, cake crumbs,
and my coffee was cold