Do I Still Believe

As I sit here
In another anonymous cafe
Contemplating love,
I wonder,
What happened to all my dreams.
I see their shadows
Facing me,
Whispering
Of old love and new
With heartless disregard.
I am,
As ever,
An ear,
A shoulder,
Nothing more.
I tell her the things she *should* do,
Knowing
People rarely do what they should.

I wonder,
Do I still believe in love at first sight?
Do I still love
Her eyes,
Her smile,
Even if it is only for others?
Do I still feel
Her kiss in the night?

And as I sit here
In this tacky time machine,
I see another face
Across the table,
A poor young suicide
Who didn't smoke.
And I wonder,
Do I still believe
In love at first sight.