A Cornfield Of Memories. Poem by Ankur Surin

I had been sitting alone
Sipping coffee at the corner table
Of an open air coffee shop
When suddenly a blurred image
Belted past my mind.
The blue of the sky overlapping
With the hues of the buildings
And trees around
Formed a surreal background
To the image, as I focused.
It was your picture, munching down
The corns on the cob.
My face animated
With a smile, my head
Teemed with iridescent memories.
I thought and I smiled
And I thought...
Then shrugged with a sigh.
Paid the bill, left the coffee shop
With a cornfield of memories.