The Lavender Café Poem by Gordon R Menzies

It hung on the wall of our youth
a cheap, crudely rendered drawing
a little cross-street of cobblestone
wrought iron and purple flowers
where iron balconies and windows
rose up high over a red bicycle
leaning, and pleasant places to sit
wine bottles and wandering cats
bookstores and small restaurants
I don't know if you still have it
but I remember it so well, that
sometimes I see your sweet face
in its windows, and your legs
crossed beneath the tables, and
your eyes behind the flowers there
long fingers on the wine glass
Sometimes I see you there still
and sometimes I think we'll
meet there, someday…someday,
making love in the Lavender Cafe