Melting Colors

by Vangjel Canga

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  I, who wanted you so much

  To come and visit my cafe,

  Had changed the menu listings

  In the language of numbers

  -

  And had changed the table numbers

  In the language of dance steps -

  To match the initials of the flowers

  To match the letters of your name

  So that, if you came

  You would not miss it -

  The dance of the reflected sunlight

  On the flower vases on the tables

  -

  So that, if you came

  You would not miss it -

  The floral motif that, thus painted,

  Matched my invitation

  But you did not come

  Perhaps -

  Or I was not there, then

  Perhaps -

  -

  Though I looked for you - everywhere -

  And waited for you - patiently -

  Through the nostalgia of the days

  Enveloped by floral motifs -