What He Wrote
Saturday, June 17, 2006
What He Wrote
Waking up a little after four in the afternoon
Reminded him of that Sunday as he pondered through his to-dos
He took a stroll again,down to the curb for a cab
Without warm Brownies this time,as he told the driver where to
He paid the driver with a pocket full of loose change
Found that the road under his feet hasnt changed
Trying to remember his way around the turns,back to the cafe
Where they went fishing,one Sunday afternoon far away
The place still smelled of baked fish and coffee beans
Same drawings and words,spread across the walls across the beam
The sofa in the corner,with the painting of the fisherman who seemed
Peaceful and quiet,sailing upon the seamless sea
They faded a little,as he later noticed
The ink on the wall.It's been six months now he then reminisced
That fat cat still smiled,with her name signed off nice and neat
He smiled too,with streaking tears bloody and sweet
He uncapped the marker he has long prepared
Chose a blank spot amidst the sketches,empty and bare
He started with a line,then two,then three till he noticed there
Was no space left as the vandalised wall later declared
He capped up his marker and was ready to leave
The sofa and the cafe where they ordered the same old thing
None of the cab stopped for him,and he chuckled at how it all rings
The bell of the old times,when she waved and smiled,turned and leaves
Waking up a little after four in the afternoon
Reminded him of that Sunday as he pondered through his to-dos
He took a stroll again,down to the curb for a cab
Without warm Brownies this time,as he told the driver where to
He paid the driver with a pocket full of loose change
Found that the road under his feet hasnt changed
Trying to remember his way around the turns,back to the cafe
Where they went fishing,one Sunday afternoon far away
The place still smelled of baked fish and coffee beans
Same drawings and words,spread across the walls across the beam
The sofa in the corner,with the painting of the fisherman who seemed
Peaceful and quiet,sailing upon the seamless sea
They faded a little,as he later noticed
The ink on the wall.It's been six months now he then reminisced
That fat cat still smiled,with her name signed off nice and neat
He smiled too,with streaking tears bloody and sweet
He uncapped the marker he has long prepared
Chose a blank spot amidst the sketches,empty and bare
He started with a line,then two,then three till he noticed there
Was no space left as the vandalised wall later declared
He capped up his marker and was ready to leave
The sofa and the cafe where they ordered the same old thing
None of the cab stopped for him,and he chuckled at how it all rings
The bell of the old times,when she waved and smiled,turned and leaves
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