SUNSET CAFE

Winnie? ...........................................................Oh my God! After all these days!
Um, hi ……………………………………………….What’s HE doing here anyway?
This is so surreal. Remember me? .........Say yes; say yes, yes, please
Yeah, I remember you from school.. I never forget how I used to feel about you
Me too………………………………………….... Do you believe in Déjà vu?
I know………………………………………………….So long ago
Was it just a dream? ....................................Seemed so real to me
Maybe………………………………………….. Perhaps we’re still inside our memory
We can’t prove anything, right? .................Space is an illusion and time is a lie
Eternal now- We’re never born. We never die……Why did we meet again? Why?


What’re you doing here, Max? .................. I wanted to run into you, Winnie Banks
I’m writing my next book ………………..Oh, do you realize how lovely you look?
Oh, what's it about? Tell me……......A writer- that’s all he ever wanted to be
Um, it’s a thriller…………………The twist is that the detective himself is the killer
Sounds really interesting………… Tell me more. Are you rich? Is it a bestseller?
So, I became a writer; ………………….What did you make of your loneliness?
Winnie, what are you up to? ......................... Last night, I had a dream about you


My story is fictional too………………………………..No place or event is true
What do you mean by that? ...................... Are you saying we’re in our flashback?
I’m a locked room mystery…………………A character living out of your poetry
Listen, I want to keep talking with you…………….. I hope you do you too?
Let’s take that table…………….Once, silences were not this uncomfortable


Think of this as time travel……….…It’s 19th December, I hope she remembers
I hope so too………………………….….We were talking. Just me and you
It’s as if that memory never ended………..……….Time is flying past
Time goes by and people cry…………… And everything goes too fast


Being part of someone's memory…. Seeing myself through your eyes on me
All I can remember is us fighting…..Looking back, I’ll complain about nothing
I guess a memory is never finished…… Inside each moment is another memory
You really believe that? ........................ That everything is fate and destiny?
Is truth an illusion? Was the Buddha right? ... After a day, is there always a night?
Am I speaking or is it being written for me? ................ To be or not to be
I feel these words have telepathic properties……And we are reincarnated entities?


There was a writer who wrote the future…….thought he knew the answers at last
Maybe he wrote about the present & called it future……… for he lived in the past
He found romance in remembrance. I did too…..In my implanted memories of you
Winnie, where did all those years go? .......... We saw the world through tiny keyholes
If you’re not careful, they get away from you…..And there’s nothing you can do
Why were you so cold in the end? .......... You didn’t reply to the soulful letters I sent
Max, I knew, our love would fade someday..... But I fell apart once you walked away
I looked away when you had tears to hide…..I let you cry alone and I stood aside
I know we’ll miss those times always ...….At least we have the sweet remains of our days


I wish I could lock up your laughs in a box….So I could listen to them some day
The past is immutable, frozen, buried………….. It was meant to be that way
There’s nothing you can do to change it…….. The years shall run like rabbits
Even if you go back to that day? ... Can I see the future if it didn’t happen that way?
Or even tomorrow in other’s caress…………My heart will stay yours until I rest


They don’t just remember the conversation……… They’re there
They’re in both moments simultaneously… If it is a memory, they don’t care