The corner table

Often I find my thoughts
Subjected to microscope
Of my own history with you –
Pastel walls surround Me,
on the corner table with metal chairs,
next to the only window in the cafe,
I see under the natural light,
Across the road I see you,
throwing smiles at everyone
picking flowers and coffee
I follow your path to me
One more time or last, I wonder;
My feet lead me here, again
even with a new name and address
memories refuse to leave me,
this window, this corner, our breakup


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