It's ok; you left me in that coffee shop gazing to the sad city, you left in a rush after the freedom you fancied.
Lately, storms invaded our souls, my maturity forced me to endure, and your youth called the rebel in you.
You had to leave. I saw your sweetheart expecting you with open arms on the other shore.
It was a quick goodbye. I lived as a foreigner in this city of passionate lovers hoping to catch a mortal butterfly and an unfamiliar girl with an open hankering for love.

artwork Brian Christopher