memory trip

Sun, 05/17/2020 - 12:57 -- maryem

I miss those days
Being sun-kissed
Going to that coffee shop
Where I find that old man
Every morning
Saying "good morning "
And asking how am I
I get a hot cup of coffee
And a morning smile
That refreshes all the good feelings
In my way home
I let my feet choose
Where they want to go
What road they want to take
I see how the wind moves the tree leaves
And the petals of those white flowers
In front of an old couple’s house
How those dandelions
Growing next to an abandoned home
Completing the view of that white wall
Like they are part of it
I miss those walks
When there is just me , my coffee and the blue skies
Walking around
Making that nice eye contact with strangers
Followed by a smile
And never seeing them again
My feet took me to these places
My memory  took me  back to visit
I seized the moment

This poem is about: 
Me

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