john harms
memories revived in the coffeeshop
Sitting in the coffeeshop,
my usual Monday night,
ignoring the homework
as it boldly stares at me.
"Dream Weaver" plays overhead.
It plays itself to be heard –
voices around fade out
as the song replaces them.
It brings back to me
memories from childhood,
many years ago,
I remember.
A single tear swims out from my eye.
It lets loose the memories
of those I remember
who heard the song for the first time.
I close my eyes to trap the rest
and bring to the darkness
images of those I remember –
it’s been more than six years now.
More tears converge to battle out,
they win and escape.
Reality awakens me,
remembering where I am
quick, I sit up and rub my eyes.
A move before being noticed.
A few songs have passed by
now it’s over.