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“ The Man ”
– of two glasses –
He sits to face
Across the table,
An empty space
Tho hardly able,
From time ago
The chair since bare,
Remains aglow,
To still reflect
The face he loved,
There upon the glass
Of a pale rosé…
Each forlorn day
In vain he stares,
With musing’s say
One can near feel
Her presence there,
His mind will trace
Upon that empty chair,
A memory of her face
That will not part
That special place,
Fixed in his heart…
Alas the man
Said of two glasses,
Sits so to face
As time so passes,
That empty space
He for a moment dwells,
On a memory only he can tell!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
remembering the sadness of an habitué,
chez Lou Fassum’s grand dining,
on la Côte dAzur, France …
written in Grasse, November of 2006
Music, Misty by Stan Getz
Poetry on a Canapé 