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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