Coffee
I could’ve stayed in drinking coffee.
But I didn’t.
We could’ve met somewhere else.
But we didn’t.
My mind spinning and filling my present
With too many thoughts
Of the unknown.
Waiting for a moment.
Looking a diversion.
It’s unknown if it will arrive
My eyes search for a place to calm myself.
Armed with a book and a cup of blackness for company.
While the words weave and the plot thickens, I sip.
Warm coffee to comfort my heart.
Tears that only fall long enough to wipe away
When I dream of memories too long passed.
Until I catch a glimpse of familiar.
A smile less than three feet away is before me
In the absence of my attention.
Cream colored coffee
That is nothing but the opposite of the blackness of mine.
A look that lasts longer than it should.
I wish it were for me.
When he looks away quick
I know it’s not.
I wish I knew his habits yet I don’t.
Flick of the wrist.
The moonlight between the trees shifts.
Slowly the fire burns white into red.
Smoke escapes his mouth.
Runs down to the floor.
Like the smoke
Common words drop from our mouths
Fall to the floor
Walk the room and return.
Coming and going.
Far enough.
Few enough.
Hardly any distance inbetween.
Between our drinks there’s everything.
No comfort in silence.
Silence that seems to dance in the background
As the unspoken words linger
On the tips of our tongues ready to be spoken.
A dance that only moves between speakers.
Strangers keeping company
Cold among the emptiness of the space.
Invisible arms wrap me up.
Warmth and company.
I couldn’t have asked for more.
A feeling of belonging that is lost the moment
I leave him and walk out the door.
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