Coffee and Breakfast: June 28, 2018

Day 1,550.

This one is a little different from my usual Coffee and Breakfast’s.  This is one I made up in my head while working.  The part about God’s Throne is true.  When I visited Dominica, I looked out over the ocean thinking to myself it could be God’s Throne the area held such feeling only to turn around and see a government official – like a Governor – historic home.  Many times, before I have talked about how when I visited Dominica it still felt like the French and English had used the island and its people like a soccer ball.  Back and forth.

This story could be better, I am exhausted from all the work.  The book bar I wish I could write it the way I saw it in my head, but it takes time to flesh out details for writing.

My wish is that is does some justice in creating a memory and memories.

We were having trouble.  We were no longer talking any more.  We no longer loved each other anymore.  You went your way, and I went mine.  Love was only a four-letter word.  It was no longer felt between me and you.

How I loved you like no other.  Every man would have been jealous, mad, and wanting had he know how and to the depth that I loved you.

We hopped in the car you and me.  Taking a trip with no course.  Making our way hoping to reconnect and remember why we ever loved each other to begin with.

Up the coast, we drove.  Up the northeast coast, and just drove, and drove, and drove.  Like strangers who had never touched.  Driving.  In and out of the car.  In and out of the gas stations.  Hotels.  Moving, so we didn’t have to feel.

Filling the hours together, I would every so often tell you frivolous bits of information that you believed annoyed you when you really longed for me to tell you.  Every time I started to tell you something relief would wash over you like your whole body and being waited expectantly for me.

Then, there was that seaside town, small and quiet, full of character.  We walked around discovering the shops and businesses.  Was it me or was it you who saw it first?  The building of such distinction we walked over to it wondering what it was.

We walked into the best bar, didn’t we?  Books and books everywhere.  Two-stories high of nothing but books up to the ceiling.  Little niches and nooks for private reading with a beer or beverage of choice.  If you wanted to read a book you had to order it.  The barman would get on the railed ladder and grab the book of choice.  What ambience.  We had to walk around the whole bar before we sat down together.  Windows and light.  Filtered light.  Sofas, leather chairs, bar stools, and outdoor benches.  A bar unlike any other.

We sat together in the oversized leather chair, each with something to read and a beer.  Reading, you had your arm around me and I leaned in for the smell of you.

Going for a walk along the beach before sunset with the wind in my hair, playfully, I jumped on your back making you laugh again.  I did always like the sound of your laughter.

There was a clearing on a cliff that looked interesting.  We walked up the long winding wooden staircase to get there.  At the top there was a vista over-looking the ocean.  I said it looked like God’s Throne when we turned around and saw the Governor’s historic house.  Now wonder they built a home here.  You could see for miles and miles.

Talking away about something I turned to face you with the sun at my back.  The light shone through my hair creating a halo about me.  It was here you fell in love with me for the last time.

It was the picture you held onto the rest of your life.  Me beside that tree, the sun at my back, my hair softly blowing in the breeze, the sun shining through my hair.  You took my face in your hands kissing me as though you could never get enough of me.