The corner table

Often I find my thoughts
Subjected to microscope
Of my own history with you
Pastel walls surround Me,
on the corner table with metal chairs,
next to the only window in the cafe,
I see under the natural light,
Across the road I see you,
throwing smiles at everyone
picking flowers and coffee
I follow your path to me
One more time or last, I wonder;
My feet lead me here, again
even with a new name and address
memories refuse to leave me,
this window, this corner, our breakup


Inspired by NaPoWriMo day 2 &...