Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The coffee bar terrace

The coffee bar terrace is lonely,
I often sit at the table imagining
your gurgling chuckle,
at once like a baby and a classy lady,
laughingly you often would show me
the atoll where long ago you often sat
with a friend
as the sun dropped shamefaced -
your words were a sparse drizzle,
for your love triggered my torrential downpours.
An ephemeral whiff makes a glossy appearance,
leaving me to rearrange my own electric memories.

- Unsigned

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