Coffee Shop

A simple little coffee shop,
loaded with enough caffine
to activate my eyes another day,
lands me in a memory of winter.

Ruby red cotton wrapped snugly,
learning the ins and outs of your smile,
reminded that being innocent
has it's perks- steaming aroma.

It's fine to reminisce about the
good ole days,
however drowning in the sorrows
of blizzards past,
will only make the coffee colder,
snow will fall like rain upon
my shadow, and-

once again, I'll slip on the mittens,
walk away, but this time
I'll smile, embrace the
little coffee shop memory
around the corner,

and beyond....