Jul 1, 2016, 2:56:55 PM Creative

I'd find myself in Paris

In a cafe at the bar

Looking out the window watching people pass

"Would you like a cigarette?" A tiny case pops open

Looking down, "I don't smoke."

I find your face

You find mine

"May I sit?" A question, and answer, "You may."

In a cafe you sit with two coffees-black

Sweet as summer

Conversing longingly

I lose myself in Paris

Published by T.S. Jackson

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