Remembering when.

Remembering the past, while dealing with the present.

Sitting at Beanz
sipping a chai latte
in a cup larger
than I had expected
remembering when
we would traipse in here,
grab a pot of tea,
a couple of sweets,
sit on the terrace
in the hot sunshine
and chat about things

Things were easier then.
Things were simpler.

Now I'm fighting against
society's current.
Avoiding the rip tide
that threatens
to pull me under,
lull me to sleep
in the murky depths
of the stronger than me ocean.

I am sitting alone
at Beanz
remembering when.