Hello, Goodbye

How the universe laughs and decides you meet and part at the same moment

He was working as a waiter

When I met him at this café

Was early in the morning

Just before I’d go away

I was travelling back home

But liked a cup of coffee first

And thought his would be nice

Because it was Italian, good taste you know

and certainly nothing like ice

He said that I confused him

But he didn’t tell me why

I already liked his funny way

And regretted that I couldn’t stay

Discrete I gave him my contactadress

So he could write some nice lies

He wrote he liked my language

Sounded so polite he said

He liked to get a coffee...

It would be only him and me

Having a cup of steaming stuff

And we’d talk and talk

Untill we’d have enough

Unfortunatelly I had to turn him down

For the miserable reason

That I was no longer in town

He wasn't aware I already was so far away

(how could he)

Bravely still invited me

For another day 

Nice meeting