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Jan 23
We meet again! One last time,
My dear Parallel Line,
Exchanging shy smiles.

You hand me the tea,
As I hold out the money:
"Nah, it's on us today."

But I put all of it
(And then some)
In the tip jar anyway.

Your kindly, sincere grin,
Still brings a warmth to my skin,

And I wonder if you realize how brightly
The quiet gentleness of your demeanor

Ay, ay! Guillaume, if only
We'd been friends
Earlier, back then...
Visited a favorite haunt earlier and was fortunate to briefly catch up with and say goodbye to someone I still wish I'd gotten to know better when time really allowed. I have written about this person before in two other poems: "Guillaume (CafΓ© du Matin)", and "Crescendo con Moto".

HΓ©las, mais c'est la vie... :-)
Written by
Arianna  22/F/Ville aux Cent Clochers
(22/F/Ville aux Cent Clochers)   
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