Coffee For Two

If we were having coffee, you'd talk about what you'll do. You'd think out loud as an imaginary idea cloud forms in front of you.

If we were having coffee, I'd build my own clouds too. They'd form from the words falling out of you. You'd carry on as you do, unaware how every word latches on and pulls me into you.

If we were having coffee, I'd watch the coffee steam dancing out of tune. As the dancing fades and the coffee cools, I'd take smaller sips to spend more time with you. And as the dancing slows, so it's time to go. I'd wish we had more coffee in those cups of joe.