Early Morning Reflections

It is 4:47 am
I am sitting at the window seat of a coffee shop
I am eavesdropping on the conversations of the other lost souls
I know why I am here at 4:48 am
But I am wondering why they are here
What are their stories of loss and discovery?
Do they too have no place else to go?

It is 4:52 am and I am watching a bus drive by
It is full of people with some where to be
Or do they?
Perhaps like me they have no place to be
But they prefer motion
While I prefer to reflect in the stillness

It is 4:58 am
And I feel relieved
A few hours ago we finally ended it
Whatever it was
It had a long lingering death
Sitting here in the stillness
I realise that I was repeating patterns
It was not "her" that I want
It was the idea of "her"
But I don't need "her"
All I need is me

It is 5:23 am
And I am happy
I see my reflection in the window
It is 5:24 am
And my half smile is mine again
All mine