Do you summon my image

in that steaming cup of coffee?

Do you remember me as a time

of the day or as a street we used

to walk through- hand in hand?

Do you hearken back to our youth

-when the world was as edge-less

as our imagination?

Stir your coffee

Take a sip

Lift it to your lips

Do you recollect my face gliding

through wisps of steam?

Sip your coffee….

….bring me back to life

©Vivian Zems

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