"The Troubadour's Love" - Part 2 in a collection of poems.
She sits at a little coffee shop
chatting amongst some friends,
sipping her mocha latte.
This is her favorite place.
It's 2 o'clock on a Sunday.
She had not been here in awhile.
But it was the walk back home
she most looked forward to.
She longed to hear
that sweet guitar tune.
Some talented man with magic fingers
played around the corner or on the next street.
She never knew quite where.
But he didn't miss a beat.
It seemed to come from different places
on different days,
But never anywhere she could see.
He was a mystery.
She often wondered if he even existed,
perhaps it was just her imagination,
making up this beautiful melody,
for it would often get stuck in her head.
It would wake her in the morning,
and keep her awake at night in bed.
But on the walk home today,
she did not hear the guitar play,
but only sounds of people scurrying,
and birds chirping.
The wind blowing in the trees.
She was quite disappointed.
But then she noticed something...
Floating in the wind,
a small envelope
just light enough to take flight.
Miraculously, it landed at her feet.
How odd, she thought as she bent to pick it up.
Maybe it is meant for me.
It had no address and no name,
it was just simply blank.
Curiosity beckoned her to open it
and so she did,
finding a short hand-written letter inside.
It was addressed to "My Love"
a poem that brought tears to her eyes.
But they were tears of joy for
it was signed, "A Lonely Troubadour."
© Copyright NMJ 2013
© 2013 Nikkij504gurl
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