Coffee Shop Princess

I remember the nights
When the winds came
Whispering memoirs of you
And the ever-years since
When barren loins
No longer bear fruit

I recall when emails ceased
An historical marker of mind
And the passing of days to decades
With silence slicing like
Invisible, inevitable assassins

Still, I'm in ever-want of you
Sweet life - savage and stabbing
Yet beautiful and healing, now
All that remains are woeful
Cinemas in theaters of mind
Same movie on loop



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