Strangers in reflection

People whose names I don't remember or knew in the first place... In 1983 late July I was in Covent Garden London and wanted a proper Coffee, and; remember Coffee, was just a Drink in those days, not a Fraternity of Named Coffee shops as they are now... overpriced sugar shops that kill you as they smile and thank you....

So it was a Warm Day and Duran Duran was the height of fashion and popularity, I used to go up to London to "Audition" lol... when I was a deluded low intelligent mentally ill fuck up with Alcoholism and Psychiatric "issues"... who thought Acting was a Laugh;

Usually, I went up there to Meet People in the profession and try to get some kind of low-level employment in the "Ahem; Theatre"... ha ha ha... I was a flaccid dick who couldn't fuck a Horses Ass on a Step Ladder... But I was addicted to exposing myself... in Public, I was a man with 2 Dicks, one was between my Shoulders... the other went never South of it's intended destination, so to speak...

Sorry, I Overtly Augmented and misdirected the focus here... but you seem to like that... I feel you when you read me, as you strip the flesh and clothes from my Skeleton... all is left is a Jellyfish swimming in a sea of over emotions... but I can pick up the beat again babe.

So I went in this "Unknown Cafe" in that area and sat down at a vacant table facing the Window, where the Sophisticated Populus of London's finest Posers, and Provocateurs... passed by like Exotic Fish in a Tank without water; I slowly looked around at the innards within my fixed place in space, "at this table"

when I looked back into the darker regions of the Cafe where the food and coffee came from, There were 3 people, one of which was a lovely loving Lady, as our eyes momentarily met in the chaos of a busy City, it triggered a very lonely feeling... I barely caught an approximation of her "generic human face" but just after I pulled away and back to the window, a cold thought, crossed my grave... and made me shiver because it was a personal Wormhole in times memory, I can go back there again and again...

When faced with the Impossible the usual instinct is to give up altogether, How Could I ever find This Lady, She might be Dead, or old ugly and divorced, I dont Care, Her Soul is what I remember not any face I could ever trace,

Like the loss of a limb "a Phantom Limb," you may feel it is there though it be long gone... Vexes the Soul and makes you reach for the unattainable and the un-nameable, whose path you crossed, but never made a connection...

that Is what I call Romantic, from a fanatic who can never acquire more information than a partial memory can give:

To all you Gal's; lost and long gone: be happy...
thank God we were never introduced, AMEN: