I dreamt about you again
We were a little older than we are now
In a little cafe
That we owned
Serving cheap coffee
And your homemade pastries
Smells of cinnamon and bread
Mixed with that of brewing coffee
It was our place
"A Little Slice Of Heaven"
Is what I think you named it
YOU ARE READING
Before We Part
Poetry"Before We Part" is a collection of writing that either doesn't belong in my other work, loose writings from notebooks, napkins, my phone's notepad and wherever else I've written something down. You'll find poetry, one-off short stories, unsent lett...
