The memory of you, coffee and I.

Just words.

coyotepoet

           The memory of you, coffee and I.

The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops  and you.

Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind.

Once, you were my only fan.

I wrote a 100,000 words for you.

You were my Beatrice and my savior.

Do you think of me?

The shadows and the mirrors of life take me to you often.

One day. I will find you again.

Just the smell of coffee, the ancient coffee shop and to fall into

your eyes once more.

Thank you for having love and concern for a long soul once.

                   John Castellenas/Coyote

Source:brawnjohnson

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Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[DeerInHeadlights]

this is sad to me. i think we all have that one place, one "person" we still go back in memory to, because of the way they affected our lives and our outcomes. what a comfort, what a joy- and you have to wonder why your lives ran parallel to each other rather than intertwined. lovely poem..

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. In old age. The memory of the kind people make us smile and thankful. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[A.marie.speaks]

Such an interesting and unique poem. Certain smells really can take you back, and coffee is such a sweet one. You captured bittersweet nostalgia with this piece. Great write!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Places, smell and taste. Can take us to better place. Thank you A. marie for reading and the comment.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

It's sweet to see how something small like coffee represents your love for this woman.

[Coyote Poetry]

I still love the coffee and the memory. Woman left but her kind face and memory never forgotten. Thank you Cascara for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Elizabeth]

Ah, melancholy mixed with sweet memories. I often wonder if those I loved long ago remember me. Sometimes, memories fade and we wonder if it was even real. You capture all of this so well in your piece. I love how you use something as simple as enjoying a cup of coffee to convey your message. This is well written and equally well crafted.

[Coyote Poetry]

Old love become our muses in old age. Old age make the time of youth feel like the time of fiction. Thank you Elizabeth for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[M.Babu]

Poignant and beautiful piece!
~M.Babu~

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Michael for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[May]

I'd like to say "let go", but I'm really not entitled. Instead I'll say "enjoy your coffee".
Do you by any chance speak Spanish?

[Coyote Poetry]

I do. Not often anymore. Old poetry. Four kids and wife. I had a new beginning.Thank you for reading and the comment.

[May]

Very well, I will post something in Spanish then.

[Amy R]

wow! :)
i loved this poem.
laced with deep emotions,
-Amy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Amy for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Amy R]

ur welcome :))

[Priscilla Sayers]

It is a piece of you laid bare my friend
A beautiful Soul remembering through senses soft and sweet
Always the pondered question
"Do you ever think of me"

[Coyote Poetry]

The questions lay in the mind of us. Do we remember people lost and missed in a life? Thank you Priscilla for reading and the comment.

[Priscilla Sayers]

I remember them all
And I believe you do too
You are very welcome

[JayceeC]

ahhh...memories can be as bittersweet as the coffee that recalls them. Beatrice...Dante's or Benedicks? I'd like to believe the reference is to Dante's guiding light. Everyone should have one.
Funny how we have people who affect our lives so much that even when they are gone, we still write to them and they keep coming back to the surface of our consciousness. Thoughtful poem. J

[Coyote Poetry]

Dante's Beatrice. All of us wished to return to special moment. Just coffee, holding hands and small talk. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Puck]

I love the snippets. I see a broken memory, pieced together in a beautiful mosaic. I smell the roasting coffee beans, I see the antiques, I feel the piercing stare of an old muse that once set my heart aflame. And I feel white embers where she once burned strong. Thank you for sharing a piece of you. You've made delightful poetry out of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Puck. I appreciate the comment.