One Way Street Via Carlo Alberto
You are my empty street,
Italian coffee beans
strewn
across the sidewalk like cast dice
strewn
across the sidewalk like cast dice
because--what were the
chances?
of two foreign souls brushing shoulders
in such an impossible way
when we are meant to be
merely mutually insignificant brushstrokes
in my story and in your script
in such an impossible way
when we are meant to be
merely mutually insignificant brushstrokes
in my story and in your script
I keep thinking of you
as my one-way street to disappointment,
anticipcating for Time to tell
me that our time together meant nothing
Even so, I sip Italian coffee to remember
the feeling of seeing your tapered fingers
wrapped around your coffee cup
the feeling of seeing your tapered fingers
wrapped around your coffee cup
and hope Time will nudge fate into telling me
there's a good chance of you and I
meeting unexpectedly
there's a good chance of you and I
meeting unexpectedly
in another eternal city
for a second time
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