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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
CAFE REMEMBRANCES How we loved that little cafe, With its lace curtains And gingham cloths. I always felt that the booth We chose to sit in, Deep within the recesses Of the small room Was ours, and ours alone. I even felt resentment When I saw anyone else in it. We started in friendship. We played many games Of checkers there, To pass away rainy afternoons. Over hot coffee We discussed our dreams, For the future. Our heads always together, Our thoughts in unison. How intent we were, Young and full of purpose. Idealistic - strong, Together we could, We would change the world, Solve all its problems. Over plates of spaghetti, Baskets of Italian bread, Mellowed by Wine and candlelight We fell in love. The cafe was 'Our little bit of heaven'. We sat holding hands, Holding hearts. We were of single mind Single thought, And we knew In all certainty that nothing, Absolutely nothing, Could separate us. Yesterday, for old times' sake, I returned To that dear little cafe, How I wish that I hadn't. My memories, Carefully preserved Were ruined, destroyed, Beyond all recognition. The cafe was a dirty place, The curtains torn, Tablecloths spotted from Food and coffee spills. The booth, Our very special booth, Where all problems Had ceased to be, Had multi-colored tape To cover the slits In the seat and back. For old times' sake I ordered spaghetti, But left it untouched, It was cold and unfit to eat. The wine was flat, stale, And the loneliness Of my soul echoed off The unclean walls. Funny, pathetically funny, How things change, So drastically when reality Is no longer distorted By the blinding light Of love. I be me BUT who does me be? |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Spirit I love this one, Yes I can see where that restaurant had been idealized in your memories, but oh how nice to have them. My special with my first love was Blackburn's soda fountain where we shared ice cream sodas. You'll find a poem about it somewhere in my files. It's called The Summer of Our Early Acquaintance. Yes it is Thursday and I have just come home from a full day. I took five big arrangements and one miniature there and came home with three blues and three reds.It's fun but lots of work. One has to pack so carefully. Joyce |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
SPIRIT: This is so touching and believable! I know how disillusioning it is to return to past haunts from happier times. Very good write. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SPIRIT~ What a lovely nostalgic penning~ And this ... this is to die for .... 'We sat holding hands, Holding hearts.' Big Southern *sighs* emitted here~  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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