Posted in Coffee, Prose, Relationships

When I Saw Her Last

It was a sunny day

when I saw her, last

The most gentlest of breezes

along with her smile, sweet

and the longing in her eyes,

and the soothing way, she said

we’ve run out of filter number 4

and the coffee is burning a hole in my memory…

 

And my memory

of her as well…..

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Author:

Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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