I question how daring I once was,
As coffee cups are gripped in cold
Relentless weather that I chose
The day I ran from you
My temerity is up on trial,
The warmth of cafes see me waver
Through their steamy shop front windows.
The pure bravado just a distant memory
As I feel for one more time
The prickly blush of dirty disappointment,
Over cheap and nasty tea, you remind me
That I chose that day I felt so brave.