The Coffee Shop With burnt Orange Walls
Do You Write About Me, With My Ripper Jeans And Dark hair? So, I am Writing About You.
There’s a young woman
in this night coffee house
Sienna walls like soft fire and
chairs that refuse to match
She looks at me occasionally
and writes
A witchy smile and honeyed as
I imagine her tea to be which
steams the air like a lover’s bath
in winter
Does she write about me or
does she write of
someone from long ago
that I’ve brought back
like the whiff of
a perfume from
a childhood store
her mother took her
on Sunday afternoons?
Looking now again
you seem so sad
Was it Christmas
when this person
climbed slowly into your memory
like a lover into bed?
Winter snow and frosted windows
the taste of something sweet
Do you write about me, torn jeans and dark hair?
Well
I write about you
About the Creator
vihar vaghasiya
I am an entrepreneur and a content writer. I am making a blog to share my experiences with others. My blog is a mixture of general lifestyle, fashion and style tips. My motto is that life must be aesthetic as well as practical.
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