Neighbourhood.

Neighbourhood — My special place.

I miss my old neighbourhood.
There is a coffee shop
that sits on a small, busy street.

It is called Neighbourhood.

It is three feet wide,
two feet deep and
smells of
cherries
and chocolate.

A man with a thin moustache grinds fresh beans every four minutes.

There are dogs there, also.
Romeo.
Gigi.
Jet.

You, sitting cross-legged,
looking,
at home. I, drinking,
a freshly brewed cup of love,
in awe.

I miss my old Neighbourhood.