Conversation on a Saturday Afternoon

I long for that long chirpy saturday lunch
when in the air-conditioned cafe
we sat sipping iced-tea, lime soda and a smoothie
the three of us spilling beans...

A woman who threw herself
from the tenth floor crept in
with her depression.
Next was the creaking bones
and the body
which no longer is what it used to be...

We munched on the memories
of our last meeting
and of our travels in between
from visiting a temple to a nude spa...

We drew dotted lines on a flat map
marking our next destination
and remembered the taste of cocktail we drank
last time in the far East.

I long for those minutes
of absolute bliss when I could dive
into that beautiful world of books, art and memories
than live in this rut of extreme stupidity, 

where not even a modicum of sense crawls in...