The memory of you

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