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Click hereSaturday morning
coffee cup smile
hadn't seen her
in a while,
sent me a text
late last night
asked if I've
been alright,
She was not
that far away
wondered what
I would say,
if she came by
unannounced
wondered if
my ball still bounced,
Her rental car
pulled up my drive
she looked worn
but still alive,
hair cut short
eyes still blue
and I remembered
a time or two,
Back when
in Colorad'
when we bordered
on the bad,
living up there
on the brink
not as smart
as some think,
But that was then
in the past
those good times
would never last,
I poured some wine
we set and talked
that narrow path
again, we walked,
Now it's morning
we're drinking joe
our morning coffee
nowhere to go,
no need to be
anywhere
I asked when
she cut her hair,
We traded stories
world-wide trips
lonely beaches
and back flips,
airplane rides
on old prop planes
red-eye flights
jungle rains,
We tried to recall
our last time
together in
some lost rhyme,
it didn't really
matter much
just curious
just a hunch,
In some hotel
some connection
some international
flight inflection,
Paris, Rome
Hong Kong, Madrid
doesn't matter
we know we did,
The same thing we
did last night
perhaps again
if time is right,
and we've got nothing
if not time
and open space
partners in rhyme....
A couple of hiccups in the pacing but not enough to really throw me off. I like the nostalgia of this. 5 from me.