Once in a café 

The following few poems were written in a space of one month, while moving through three different cities. Each one has been triggered by a random image, a fleeting moment, or by a phrase caught inadvertently by a curious ear.

1.

"just forget 'bout 

it";

A bit lonely 

repetitiveness

slips in...like

the hollow slow

call of a solitary 

crow pheasant

lying unanswered

on the other side of

a buried reality

"just forget 'bout 

it";

it turns to

silence, but the

insides still scream

like cassandra.

echoes rise and

fall against the

sanguine darkness

lost to time

and lessness 

"do you remember?"

2.

do not mourn for us

who existed always

in each other's dreams

even without knowing;

strangers no more.

each listening quietly

in the wordless hush

of silent yearnings.

eyes closed, we brush

past each other

in the folded darkness

and lo the sparks that

rise, the cinders that

fall...a chrysalis aquiver 

on this rainy day

3.

the gentleman 

with pink umbrella

under the cupolic sun

forgot his wreath

of smiles somewhere

along the cemetery

he passed on the

way to work

now there he goes

wondering why

today feels a little

emptier than

yesterday; his hand

clutching the smooth

wooden handle 

wishing it were holding 

the light brown palm

of the beloved, with

infinity etched on it

4.

      

in the old bookshop

renovated, smelling of 

fresh paint and defunct

identity, they cruise

from aisle to aisle

searching for fragments

of departed time 

with its musty smells, 

coffee dregs, and pages

aflutter with impatience;

hearts racing past its 

'silence please' corners

drumming pulsations

slowly dying like embers;

hissing

5.

infinity squandered in 

trying to forget the few

moments we spent

together: yet who could 

have known that every

leaf  sighing in the wind

would remind me of you?

6.

i shall merge 

forever in the now, 

the then pressed gently

against my heart