21 The Diner At The Corner

I walked into the diner at the corner
As I have done for years

She was in the booth we always shared
Almost as if her figure was there

Her smile always just as beautiful
Everyone could stare

I fixed my collar and cleared my throat
Feeling like it was our first time meeting

As I made my approach
My hand reached out for hers

She faded away like the memory she was
My eyes start to fill with tears

I keep thinking it will be different
But this happens every Saturday morning

As I walked into the diner at the corner.