Freya

An Old Café in Nessebar

I\'ve watched the world go by

In this small corner

And I\'ve seen the lines appear on the faces of people I love

And the dirt thrown into the memories of those who once shaped me

And as I stare at the road my grandfather tirelessly taught me to cross

I wonder how a place I found so much happiness in 

Could now cause me so much pain

And as I watch people going about their daily lives

I wonder if they too have a café like mine

Where they grew

Where time passed them so quickly they forgot to be thankful for the lessons they learned

And the people who taught them

And I wonder if sometimes they too just sit amongst the ruins

And wonder where time went