Looking over her shoulder, to see again
What she has left behind;
An open air patio
With wooden picnic tables,
Belonging to a small well kept cafe,
With friendly staff in Los Angeles.
It is lunch time and most of the
Workforce are outside in the
Californian sun eating,
Smoking and chatting about
Their private lives,
In loud and soft voices.
It reminds her of a part of her history,
Of the time she spends living,
Working and writing in Los Angeles.
Of the good times she spends with people,
Who are now, good friends and will
Always be part of her history.