Wherever You Go

coffee

‘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 ~

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