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