You are there, in your usual place.
Today you put on your floral dress that looks so good on you. Your red hair is styled in a bun revealing your face so fine and delicate. You start a discussion with the waiter whom you know very well since you are a loyal customer. Your smile that borders your lips is bright and warm.
You are so beautiful when you are beaming.
You dip the tips of your lips in your coffee, which the waiter just brought you, for fear of burning you. You prefer to wait to drink it and put it down next to your computer.
You are so beautiful when you are careful.
You then strum your keyboard with concentration. Your leg moves frantically under the table as if adjusting to the speed of your fingers on your keyboard. You gently put a rebellious lock behind your ear and you bite your lip.
You are so beautiful when you think about it.
Sometimes your gaze gets lost outward. You watch passers-by with interest. No detail escapes you in this daily mishmash. Maybe you envy this happy family on the terrace. Maybe you would like to be in the shoes of this young couple in love kissing each other in Town Hall Square. Maybe you are nostalgic for your childhood when you see the little girl doing hopscotch on the drawing she drew on the floor. Maybe you are just imagining what your life could be like, watching this life move around you.
You are so beautiful when you escape.
You end up drinking your coffee, which has become a little cold, in one go, staring into space, pondering all the thoughts that invade your mind.
Then your eyes fall on me. You give me a thin smile. I return it to you without hesitation and I perceive the red coloring your cheeks, embarrassed by my benevolent gaze.
You give back to your activities and I continue to admire you. Like every time I wait for you in this cafe, where we used to meet.
I will always be near you despite the painful separation that death has imposed on us. And thanks to you, my daughter, I will continue to vibrate in your presence even if you think that I am no longer there, even if you do not see me.