Mirage

He’s having coffee with her,
catching every nuance of her tale.
But he lets his guard down,
he doesn’t want to listen anymore.
This moment will be forgotten anyway.
All the energy & warmth & everything
would evaporate, like a globule of water
under the sun, in a dry recollection
a year from now.
In Paris, London, New York…
The cosmopolitan cafe crowd
would be her fantasy peoplescape.

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