and scrawled spraypaint messages of
young summer love
litter the sky
she comes to mind as the humid dawn approaches
and the birds strike up their morning song
she is probably up north serving food
in some greasy spoon
or sitting quiet lost in her sweet thoughts
at the counter of some comfy
mom and pop hippy coffee shop with all natural herb teas
she is someplace safe i think to myself
i just know it
someplace she is loved
and that enough for me
it was so many summers ago now
im sure she has forgotten me
but i will never forget her
tortoise shell glasses
and a cup of coffee in a denver coffee shop
while we tread in civil gardens
and shared ice cream cones