The Little Cafe

Do you remember putting up tables,
And asking me to leave politely,
When I spun around and smiled?

Do you remember the coffee
I threw on the floor,
Contaminated by the tears
too heavy for my eyes?

Do you remember me throwing the table
And spinning you round in surprise?

In The Little Cafe, we met.
With blue and white checked tablecloths
You'd sooner forget.

Do you remember the remarks I regret?

Do you remember taking down tables,
And asking me to leave politely,
When I turned around and cried?

Do you remember the whiskey
I threw up on the floor,
Contaminated by the tears
too heavy for my eyes?