Half Full

Twilight's lips paint his heart in soft strokes of hope
that this rendezvous at the mountain restaurant,
inhaling the pine aroma to calm,
letting the soft sounds of violins
playing in the background
caress with the dulcet charms of serenity,
closing orbs to absorb the romance's stirring ambience.

He takes a sip from the water glass,
exhaling to ease the nerves,
questions rumble through his head,
ending with will this moment end in love rekindled,
flaming the eve behind the cabin's bedroom doors?

His mind slips into a pouch of sultry sating thoughts,
once again dressed in memories of her touch,
the warmth and intensity of each embrace,
when every word was soaked in affection's honey,
each moment keeping alive that honeymoon inferno.

But life brought ice to their days,
work and bills pounding their spirits like a hammer,
until a canyon formed in their bed,
darkness swallowing
in a pain of silence from unspoken wounds.

Now he waits at this table of longing
for her to arrive in response to his phone call,
praying for magic to end their separation,
taking a drink from the glass he treats as half full in promise,
when seeing her walking towards the table,
her eyes have their poker face expression of uncertainty.

Dinner he accepts will be more buffet of nuances,
subduing the throbbing cadence growing inside,
clinging to desire to not let the night end with toast to farewell,
instead of tomorrow morning's sip upon reconciliation's champagne.