There's this cafe that we went to it was small and nice we could smell the coffee from outside. She urged me to come in I told her it was ok. She begged me and pleaded with me she even made the face. How could I deny her how could I say no. Setting foot in there where they had just pulled out some fresh pastries we had scones and crepes. I had tea she had a coffee we laughed whole heartedly, she would look up at me from her lashes, and I would always look away. She took pictures of me and then it made me think. Why could she have been here instead of you, she could see it in my face yet she kept her head up. She always talks about what is on her mind. This little Italian cafe hit the spot. They had a guitar just sitting there I played it while she sung. We drew in a little crowd, who knew perfect was the right song. My mind wondered, and yet I pondered, why couldn't she be you sitting with me. I have a good friend who stays in Italy she took us in. Yet we both loved this little cafe. We talked about life someone got on one knee. We clapped and laughed what a good blast, as she took a video of me reading. We sat there for awhile posting on instagram smiling and laughing. Italy little Italy what a cool country, the smiles I had wasn't so bad, yet I feel empty inside. The memories of Italy will forever be burned into my memory.
