in this coffee shop the music mellows me, melts me to another time. and I smile although the tone is sweetly somber. and it makes me want to write to you. to kiss you. to kiss you in a street in some unknown place. wrapped in scarves and fleece. laughing with odd statues and electric buses watching us. like it was when we started this thing. on an unknown street in an unknown place with nothing but us and laughter and love. and surrounded by words that would break a scrabble board. words we couldn't begin to remember.
Dekuji, my love. may our memories travel amongst the present.
