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.