When the sky was empty like the deep blue ocean,
I stopped and asked:
do you still remember the way you thought?
In the long, bright, and cold day sitting in a cafe
what you mumbled to yourself,
what you daydreamed into the thin air,
and what you have silently wished would happen,
did those come to you after all?
sliding through your fingers
like the silky sand of Saharan desert
maybe they’ve been filling your heart
with glimpses of smile, flashes of joy, and marks of stays.
3.30.2026
Ralph with Coffee 