There we sat at Cafe Ventana
Two hours on a Thursday afternoon
You heard my shtick about “Be average”
My neurotic update on Dear Layla
Your serenity (so it seems to me)
About your future path
Yes I’d rather read one letter from you
100 times
Than read 100
One-liners from the sages
There’s nothing like proximity
So as to savor your laugh and musings
People leaving us alone
Not paying us any mind
Ah the joy of being nobodies
Such gratitude for real presence
Two hours on a Thursday afternoon
There we sat at Cafe Ventana
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