‘the universal coffee shop’
I will wonder with my every day
thinking about places, times, memory
wandering through my mind
is the what ifs,
the wise
that turn into all of the why.
I look around the room,
people in their lives
she’s holding a cup of coffee
embracing her own
world,
I am curious
knowing nothing about
what might be on her mind,
caught in the crossfire
never knowing why.
If I could step away,
would it get any easier,
or would the constant reminder
be the final days
rather than the beauty of when,
while the world existed around us,
there was that moment
lasted forever,
way back then we too,
were always asking, why.
Long narrow hallways,
sun-streaked table tops,
not where anyone might imagine,
just my own quiet refuge
where I might look at the faces around me,
knowing little conclusion
beyond our own private
human condition,
with the internal why
seldom revealed.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
