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