There is something very heartbreaking about this poem. My take on it...perhaps there is someone close to you who's memory does not work as well as it used to and yet...you still hope, while observing them trying to piece a puzzle together that they will find their way back .
Very reflective. I loved seeing this small glimpse into this former self, this former memory or desire to travel to Paris, yet reality harshly awakens. That peace and dream is shattered. Clever juxtaposition with the sign and how "closed for renovations" applies to more than just simply that cafe, but the human heart itself. What does it mean to be broken? What does it take to fix? What does it mean to be and fully exist as "whole"?