“I got you a coffee”, you say.
It's 18 months later
And I take the disposable cup
From your outstretched hand;
My first concession.
But then you were always good at drawing me out, weren't you?
*
I lift the lid and take a nervous peek at the swirling liquid.
You drink your coffee
Hot. Strong. Dark.
The rich aroma
Awakens me. Entices me.
Just like you used to do.
*
I lift my eyes to see you watching me.
I wonder if you are sizing me up
Or if this is what patience looks like?
I lean back in my chair and blow gently.
It's a test but I am
Cautious of this scalding liquid.
But then we've been here before, haven't we?
*
You wait for me to take a sip.
“Relax” you'd say. But you don't.
And I realize you're nervous too.
This isn't just a coffee, is it?
I raise the cup and hesitate
Remembering that I take milk now.
And sugar too.
You disapprove of course
But I take it anyway and
Watch for the imperceptible crease of a frown.
I heap it in - it's a little overboard if I'm honest.
*
The first sip is
Warm. Sweet. Heady.
I feel myself sigh and sink back into the hard, wooden frame
letting go, just a little.
I cradle my cup
And see you smile genuinely, I think.
You can forget a person's smile in 18 months.
We talk and sip in turn,
The cup, half full
Feels lighter now.
*
A kick of caffeine spurs me on
and I grasp the familiar mug, tightly
Until I am taking large absentminded gulps.
A giggle escapes my lips and
You look pleased with yourself.
And that is when I pause,
The cup near empty.
We both know what comes next, don’t we?
*
I drain the mug and pull a face
As the swirling mess of
Gritty bitter granules and sweet sugar crystals
Hits the back of my throat.
*
It's 18 months later and this isn't just a coffee, is it?
“Another cup?"
About the Creator
LilyRose
Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
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