Any good

last time I saw her

it was summer

two thousand eighteen

a cafe not far from the sea

I was waiting for her

Ordered a cup of coffee

And charged my phone

I sat outside waiting

When she appeared

Dressed in a black uniform

One hour late to meet me

we sat on a bench

while it was raining

the white ends of her shoes had coffee stains

she probably was still drinking four cups of coffee per day.

We stared at the alley

filled with glitter

her senses absorbed

nothing of the present time

I told her that crocodiles had not changed much

and asked about the sea

she just stared at the alley filled with entertainers

in their plastic costumes

until it was time for her to go 

I stayed for a while thinking if people

would take us for strangers

the rain continued to pour

while I hastened to the station

It was the last time I saw her

and I do not know if it was any good.