Sitting In A Coffeeshop

It’s years later

remember doing the same

a bit of parchment,

wrinkled edges,

maybe those coffee stains

always meant so much

back then in public

always waiting for her.

Though I didn’t know

who she was,

I always believed

in simple dreams

she might be nearby.

Damn, Stevie Nicks

you never came by.

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