it seems to me

It seems to me there was a time
when I lived for nothing but love
even when love was nothing more
than hours at a cafe called Au Coquelet.

It seems to me there was a feeling
that I thought I would never survive
even when feeling was nothing more
than coffee and fiction and sunlight and silence.

It seemed to me there was time
for living for nothing but thought
even when thought was nothing
but a distraction from time.