A poem for no one

I saw you sitting next to me
at my empty table
in the coffee house
the ghost of lovers' past

the sky
has lost your smile
and the sun
spins cold shadows
on my footsteps.

yet, I saw you
as I sat alone
in the coffee house.

I felt your fading warmth
or maybe I just thought I did
as I embraced
[only in my mind]
the fading traces
of the new colors
of your clothes
as they now dance
in newer circles
pouring different dreams.

Peter Coyotl

July 7, 2009