Serendipity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Walking through the doors of that sunlit cafe

It felt like Piccadilly Circus was on full display

 

Chairs scraping, steam hissing, all in the flow

My order, a double shot expresso, please, to go

 

That voice, oh, I have heard it before

Bourbon soaked laughter is a shock to my bones

 

I walk towards it, a willing captive in trance

Back of her head looks familiar at glance

 

Stealing a sideways glimpse at her austere stance

Premonition overwhelms me, is this a mischance

 

Face to face with a face that has haunted my dreams

Savannah, is it her, how could this be?

 

Hello Savannah, what a pleasant surprise

The one presumed dead, serendipitously alive

 

Quivering lips speak, you have me mistaken on sight

Rage shrouds my vision, how dare she deny

 

With unflinching hazel eyes, she stares resolutely

Unfolding her cane for me to finally see

 


Submitted: October 08, 2020

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HarveyY

Interesting

Thu, October 8th, 2020 3:40pm

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