back at cafe forget me (not)

The Italian  bearded man 

who always made me coffee,

seems to have forgotten me,

The man behind the counter 

seems to have forgotten 

any previous encounter, 

The naked winter tree,

he too,

does not seem to remember



in another season,

We exchanged glances

but now

there is no reason 

to bring up

a dead forgotten memory 


What had become of me


why did I stay so long

in this  cold land

living so long

forgotten ,

a fragment of 

what once was 

a living flowering tree,

wilting forgotten 

in the cold dead earth

Without a friend?


About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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